Eu não esperava que um livro tão pequeno fosse tão bom! A capa não é das mais bonitas, mas a escrita e a história… especialmente o final… Uau! Recomendo muito.
Quando vi a sinopse, e soube que a história falava de uma casa cheia de fantasmas na Louisiana… bem, isso foi o suficiente para eu querer ler a história. Ganhei o livro da autora em dezembro, e só consegui lê-lo agora. Mas também, li em uma sentada só, não apenas por ser uma hsitória curta, uma novella, mas porque eu precisava saber da conclusão… sim, era como todas as resenhas que li desse livro: incrível!
Sarah conseguiu fazer com que eu me envolvesse com os personagens principais, em uma história tão curta, isso é bem difícil, aliado à escrita belíssima e às adoráveis descrições dos cenários… eu fechei o livro querendo mais, mas ao mesmo tempo, sabendo que aquela foi uma conclusão incrível.
Aquele gostinho agridoce de finais que envolvem amores, mortes e fantasmas não abalou o quanto amei esse livro. E é uma pena que não posso falar mais dele sem entregar a história… mas eu indico esse livro a todos aqueles que gostam de uma história bem escrita, com toques de romance sem ser piegas… e fantasmas, alguns assustadores… e alguns… assustadoramente lindos!
Nota 5 fantasminhas apaixonados! <3
Emma Hawthorne tensed in the seat of the Mustang convertible, staring at her past with ice sluicing her spine. Anywhere else, the view would have been gorgeous. The drive, lined on both sides with live oak laden with Spanish moss, was the South personified. At the end, Hawthorne Manor held court. Pristine, proud, the boastful antebellum home beamed, lording over its acreage.
Some might say she was crazy – that she’d imagined or invented the whole ordeal – but the scars were all the proof she needed. Whether the shadows lurking behind the façade of the picturesque plantation were real or born of an overactive imagination, there was no way she was going back into that house.
But she couldn’t reach for him now. The distance was too great. Sure he’d moved on after all of these years. (…) Finding him there, still under the shadow of their past, nearly broke her heart.
But his heart knew better, flip-flopping at the notion that, for the first time in ten years, he would walk through the back door and his first love would be waiting for him.
Maybe it wasn’t too late after all. If emma Grace actually found a way to return to Hawthorne Manor after everything they experienced that night, then anything was possible.
Under those odds, even they had a chance.
The apparition grew from a shimmer – a mere blip in the atmosphere – to a fully embodied spirit, all in the space of time required for Emma’s jaw to drop.
Emma Grace glanced up, as she’d just noticed him. He could have woken the dead with his chase through Hawthorne Manor – and he had no desire to know how literal that statement might be – and his sweet Emma Grace appeared as pleasantly surprised to see him as if she’d just opened her door to find him waiting with an armload of wildflowers. Instead, he was gulping humid air and dripping sweat on the dusty, unfinished hardwood floor while she sat in some sort of ethereal glow.
