A Certain Slant of Light
By Laura Whitcomb
In the class of the high school English teacher she has been haunting, Helen feels them: for the first time in 130 years, human eyes are looking at her. They belong to a boy, a boy who has not seemed remarkable until now. And Helen terrified, but intrigued is drawn to him. The fact that he is in a body and she is not presents this unlikely couple with their first challenge. But as the lovers struggle to find a way to be together, they begin to discover the secrets of their former lives and of the young people they come to possess.
Not the scariest book to read for RIP, but good nonetheless. This YA novel is basically a sweet, slightly sad, love story between two ghosts trapped here and they don’t know why. A pretty good, easy, quick read.
The library smells like old books – a thousand leather doorways into other worlds. I hear silence, like the mind of God. I feel a presense in the empty chair beside me. The librarian watches me suspiciously. But the library is a sacred place, and I sit with the patron saint of readers. Pulsing goddess light moves through me for one moment like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone. I smell mold, I hear the clock ticking. I see an empty chair. Ask me now and I’ll say this is just a place where you can’t play music or eat. She’s gone. The library sucks.
Still working my way through Kristin Lavransdatter. I’m in part 2 of book 2. It’s slow going. I’m doing a lot of my reading while nursing Wesley and that book is just too HUGE to hold with one hand. So I’m reading an Agatha Christie novel whilst I do that. It’s tiny. Next up will probably be The Last Witchfinder, #3 for RIP.