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A chilling ghost story that is also a tale of exquisite psychological suspense, The Birthing House marks the debut of a writer whose first novel is a terrifying tour de force.

Conrad and Joanna Harrison, a young couple from Los Angeles, attempt to save their marriage by leaving the pressures of the city to start anew in a quiet, rural setting.  They buy a Victorian mansion that once served as a haven for unwed mothers, called a birthing house.  One day when Joanna is ...

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Overview

A chilling ghost story that is also a tale of exquisite psychological suspense, The Birthing House marks the debut of a writer whose first novel is a terrifying tour de force.

Conrad and Joanna Harrison, a young couple from Los Angeles, attempt to save their marriage by leaving the pressures of the city to start anew in a quiet, rural setting.  They buy a Victorian mansion that once served as a haven for unwed mothers, called a birthing house.  One day when Joanna is away, the previous owner visits Conrad to bequeath a vital piece of the house’s historic heritage, a photo album that he claims “belongs to the house.”  Thumbing through the old, sepia-colored photographs of midwives and fearful, unhappily pregnant girls in their starched, nineteenth-century dresses, Conrad is suddenly chilled to the bone: staring back at him with a countenance of hatred and rage is the image of his own wife….

Thus begins a story of possession, sexual obsession, and, ultimately, murder, as a centuries-old crime is reenacted in the present, turning Conrad and Joanna’s American dream into a relentless nightmare.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

A blend of supernatural horror and psychological thriller, Ransom's impressive debut chronicles a couple's descent into madness after they purchase a 140-year-old Victorian house in rural Wisconsin. Failed L.A. screenwriter Conrad Harrison, whose marriage is on the rocks and who's still coming to grips with the sudden death of his estranged father, decides it's time for a change and, on a whim, buys a turn-of-the-century birthing house he fatefully found after driving the wrong way out of Chicago. But the sprawling structure has a dark history, and after his wife lands a new job and leaves for a few weeks of training in Detroit, Harrison begins to unravel the house's bloody past, even as his own sanity is unraveling. Replete with subtle symbolism that supports the birthing motif (spiders with bulging egg sacs, a moist clutch of snake eggs, etc.), this addictively readable ghost story will keep readers up all night, with the lights on, of course. (Aug.)

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Library Journal

After his father's death, Conrad Harrison acts on a whim and purchases a Victorian house in Wisconsin. Hoping for a fresh start, Conrad and his wife relocate there from California. They soon learn that their new home is a former birthing house and begin to experience ghostly apparitions, even hearing phantom baby cries in the night. The house's eccentricities begin to wear away at Conrad's sanity, drawing the reader into a psychological struggle of imagination and reality. As much about the terrors of humankind as it is about the supernatural, this is an exceptional debut, full of action-packed gore and carnal imagery. Ransom's style mimics that of the early Stephen King and Dan Simmons's horror fiction (e.g., A Winter Haunting). For popular fiction collections in libraries with high interest in horror. [150,000-copy first printing; library marketing.]
—Carolann Curry

From the Publisher

“A blend of supernatural horror and psychological thriller, Ransom’s impressive debut chronicles a couple's descent into madness after they purchase a 140-year-old Victorian house in rural Wisconsin . . . this addictively readable ghost story will keep readers up all night, with the lights on, of course.” —Publishers Weekly

“A biting and well-written novel… The kind of genuinely scary story that makes little hairs stand up on the back of your neck… This is a rare thing: a ghost story with class. Read it.”—Peter Blauner, author of the New York Times bestseller Slipping Into Darkness

“The birth of an exciting new voice in dark fiction… The Birthing House is a book that will leave you holding your breath.”—Scott Nicholson, Bram Stoker Award finalist, author of They Hunger

“Either I don’t know my horror stories (and I do know my horror stories) or Christopher Ransom’s The Birthing House was so all-out scary that it kept me up until the wee hours in a way few novels have since Carrie went to the prom…. This book is killer.” —Jacquelyn Mitchard, New York Times bestselling author of The Deep End of the Ocean

“Terrifying and beautiful. I couldn’t put The Birthing House down.” —Sara Gran, author of Dope

The Birthing House is as scary as they come…. It’s quite simply a terrific novel.” —Marcus Sakey, author of The Blade Itself

“An exceptional debut… Ransom’s style mimics that of the early Stephen King and Dan Simmons’s horror fiction (e.g., A Winter Haunting).” —Library Journal (starred review)

“A damn creepy, very original ghost story.” —Jack Ketchum, Bram Stoker Award winner, author of The Lost

“Fans of Shirley Jackson and Clive Cussler can rejoice, for a new voice in wickedly scary fiction has arrived.” —Indiebound

“A stunning debut—swaddling the reader in dread from the very first sentence, and spiraling into a heart-stopping climax.” —Michael Marshall, author of The Straw Men

“Ransom has a distinctive narrative voice, and a Stephen King-like gift for the dreadful lurking behind the everyday. . . . The novel builds to a gripping climax that will make you think twice, maybe three times, about making an offer on that beautiful old fixer-upper.” —SmartMoney magazine

“The Birthing House is the literary equivalent to Nirvana’s semaphore effort In Utero . . . themed with birth, babies, and new beginnings . . . inviting the reader to share with [Ransom] an advent of existence that is steeped in blood and mystery. It’s full of life, the prose like that of a professional, and certainly not a debut.” —HorrorScope

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781433289217
  • Publisher: Blackstone Audio, Inc.
  • Publication date: 7/1/2009
  • Format: Cassette
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Pages: 7
  • Product dimensions: 6.60 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Christopher Ransom is a native of Boulder, Colorado, who has lived in New York and Los Angeles. He now resides with his wife and three rescued dogs in a 142-year-old former birthing house in Mineral Point, Wisconsin.

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They were in the house a week before it came for him.
Joanna Harrison was dozing on the couch in the TV room while her
husband stood on the deck, breathing through a sweet clove cigarette that burned
his throat and floated a candy cloud above his empty thoughts. The cigarette was
the kind found on the back covers of men’s magazines, the smoke of wannabes.
What Conrad wanted to be this night was content, and, for a few more minutes of
this vanishing sunset hour, he was.
Content equally with himself and his lot: a full acre of sloping lawn,
century-old maple and black walnut trees, and a garden as large as a swimming
pool, its aged gray gate roped with grape vines. Raspberry and clover grew thick
in the shade of the shaggy pines still moist with the day’s sweet rain.
He heard running water and looked through the window into the kitchen.
Her blurry, sleepy-slouched shape hovered for a moment, probably filling a glass
to take to bed. He waved to her. She either did not see him or was too tired to
wave back. She turned away and faded back into the house.
He wanted to follow her, but he waited. Let her brush and floss, finish
with a shot of the orange Listerine before she turned back the freshly laundered
Egyptian cotton. You can’t rush these things. These are delicate times. Eyes
closed, he could almost see her stretched out in one of her tanktinis and cotton
boy-cut underwear, a big girl-woman reading another marketing book he always
said were made for people on planes. She must be happy here. Otherwise, she
would be cleaning and planning and avoiding bedtime.
Summer had arrived early. The house was muggy. He wondered if she
would be warm enough to go without covers, but cool enough to allow his touch.
He had been shocked to discover that he wanted her more now. He was
still madder than hell about the entire stupid scene with That Fucker Jake and all
its implications, its mysteries. But he knew the balance of things and how he’d
not been holding up his share of them was half the problem. Maybe more than
half. She’d almost slipped away. Even before that nasty little homecoming it had
been months, and since the fresh start (that was how he thought of it, but never
named it as such, not aloud) he’d been watching for signs. If Luther and Alice
were in their crates, that was one sign. If she had showered that was yet another,
though never a binding one. None of the signs were binding, which added
suspense to the marriage and kept his hopes in a perpetual swing from boyish
curiosity on one side to blood-stewing resentment on the other.
He walked up the deck steps to the wooden walkway, into the mudroom.
He climbed stairs (the servants’ stairs off the kitchen, not the front stairs with the
black maple banister, which for some reason he had been avoiding since the
move) and felt the weight of the day in his bones.
By the time he finished brushing his teeth he was tired the way only people
who have unpacked ninety percent of their possessions in a single day can be
tired. His mind was empty, his muscles what his mom said his father used to call
labor-fucked, the old man’s way of suggesting that work is its own reward.
I’m sorry, Dad-
Work. He knew his hands still worked for her. He thought she liked his
hands better than just about every other part of him. He no longer relied on his
appearance as the catalyst, didn’t know many men married more than a few years
who did. He knew he wasn’t a Jake. At thirty he was what divorced female
bartenders had from time to time called cute, no longer handsome, if he ever was.
He felt remarkably average. He had acquired a belly, but the move had already
burned that down from a 36 to a 34. With the yard work he’d be down to a 32—
his high school Levi’s size—by the end of June. Jo always said she liked his laugh
lines, the spokes radiating from what his mother used to call his wily eyes. Wily
used to be enough, but now he was just grateful for a second chance. He could
live with average—so long as he could still seduce her.
Conrad wound his way through the back hall, making the S-turn through
the library, into the front hallway. The creaking floorboards were a new sound,
allowing him to birth one final clear thought for the day.
This is a healing place. This is home.
Conrad waded into the moonlight pooling on the new queen-sized bed—
another purchase, this one more deserved—he’d made without her input. The
ceiling fan was whirring, the dogs were curled into their crates on the floor, and
Jo was waiting for him on top of the new sheets. She was without a top, wearing
only loose fitting boxers (his), which were somehow better than if she were
naked. That she had gone halfway without prematurely forfeiting the under
garment was a gesture that made him feel understood. The arc of her hips rose
off the bed like the fender of a street rod and his blood awakened.
With his blood, his hopes.
No longer content, Conrad stretched out, not caring what funny tent shape
his penis made as it unfolded like a miniature welcome banner. He rolled to one
side, facing her. She smelled of earth and lavender and something otherwise
herbal—new scents for her in this new place. Her belly was nearly flat except for
the smallest of rolls just above the waistband, and he loved this, too. He called it
her little chile relleno and she would slap him, but it didn’t bother her, not really.
Her hips were womanly wide, but with her height she remained sleek, especially
when prone, like now. She stood a little over six feet to his five-nine. His fingers
grazed her fine brown navel hairs. Her eyes gleamed under heavy lids, glassy and
black as mountain ponds at midnight.
It was a beginning, and he was a man who loved beginnings more than
middles or endings.
“Come,” Jo said. Or maybe Con, half of his name.
“Hm?”
“. . . not ready.”
“Not what?” His hand found the elastic rim of her waistband, then moved
into the open front of his boxer shorts on her.
“. . . about behbee,” she murmured.
“What, Baby?”
Not baby. Uppercase, Baby. A nickname he used.
“. . . owin me the behbee…be-ah-eye,” she mumbled, which sounded like
was going to be all right.
“Of course,” he said, like it was his idea too. He had no idea.
“. . . bee woul’ go a father.”
We should go farther.
He pushed one, then two fingers lower to her mound, but her legs were
crossed and he swerved off course, touching only her thigh. Just her thigh, but
soft was soft and his excitement ratcheted up another notch.
“-not ready,” she squeaked, rolling away.
Shit. Might not have been sleeping before, but was now. Snoring too.
Weird, he thought. Had she done this before? With the eyes open and the
talking?
Should he let her sleep or try one more time?
Yes . . . no. He kissed her goodnight and rolled to his back, allowing the
fan to push warm summer air over his fading, obedient hard-on. His mind
dropped into that lower gear, the one that is not yet sleep but somehow dreaming
already.
In the half-dream he was in the house, beside her, finding the wetness and
sliding in not for the first time but as if they had been moving this way for
minutes or an hour. He was all corded muscle and arched away, feeling her soak
him in her own undulations. The movement was soothing, almost non-sexual,
like being rocked in a crib.
Her grip on him strengthened and clenched, pushing back with legs and
ass, drawing his ejaculate out in a sudden burst that ended too quickly, leaving
him weak and sleepy all over again.
Drifting . . .
Until the dream, the same one or some new post-coital version, was split
by the sound of crying. His body twitched itself awake, and he knew these were
not Jo’s tears. This was the noise a newborn makes after sucking in its first
violent breath as it enters this violent world. It was a sound that had skipped
mewling and launched straight into wailing, and it was coming from behind a
wall or far away.
Faintly, under the baby’s hacking shriek, there arose another sound. This
one did sound like a woman, and he imagined the infant’s mother, or the
midwife, perhaps. This older cry in the dark was a trailing scream, as if
something was pulling her away from her child and down a long corridor that
narrowed to nothing.
Panicked, he rolled over to shake Jo—why hasn’t she woken up and
grabbed me?—and felt the cool stirring of air as she lifted off the bed. He could
see only blackness, and with the drone of the fan he could not hear her feet
padding on the wood floor. A flash of her silhouette in the doorway left a retinal
echo, but the room was too dark to grasp any details. If he saw her at all, she was
gone now.
To the bathroom, he thought. There she goes, carrying my seed. The
semi-sleep-molestation and abrupt ending made him wince with guilt, but he did
not seek her out in the ensuing silence. Exhausted from the day of unpacking
(and tossed dream sex), Conrad decided the crying was but a fragment of the
dream, a lingering scene planted by her words.
“. . . the behbee, the behbee . . .”
The crying returned once, quieter and farther away, until like a passing
thunderstorm it faded to nothing.
He hovered on the edge of sleep.
Something’s wrong.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes. She had not returned.
“Jo?”
She did not answer.
“Jo,” he said, louder. “Baby, you okay?”
His eyes adjusted to the dark. The dogs were standing at the master
bedroom door facing the hall, whining, tails stiff like the hairs on their shoulders.
Conrad flattened his body and counted to ten. It’s rational, he told himself.
When something so unexplainable and real (the dogs made it real) as a crying
baby in your childless home wakes you, it is normal to ignore it and go back to
sleep. So back he went, as deep as a man can go, until he forgot the all about the
crying sounds and her cold departure, her absolute absence.
Even when, in the morning, waking to a half-empty bed, he padded
downstairs and found her where he’d left her before he stepped out for a smoke at
dusk, sleeping on the sofa.
Alone.

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  • Posted June 13, 2010

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    Great horror, but has a few pitfalls

    Oh my. Where to start. There were plenty of parts where the hair on the back of my neck stood to one end. It hit me by surprise too. (If any of you have read it, remember the popsicle doll part? argh!) I had the misfortune of reading that part at night right before bedtime. So, there is plenty of horror and suspense. The thing is, although the horror parts are very well written and enough to keep you on the edge of your seat, the storyline and characters don't really give the story substance or depth.

    I didn't really like Conrad, or Joanna. Conrad hasn't grown up yet and still acts like an 18 year old teenager who still on raging hormone syndrome. Joanna doesn't help much with things either as she appears to be whiny, selfish, and acts like a B-movie diva. Despite the book's great horror moments, Conrad ruins it all with his Lolita moments with Nadia, his constant thoughts about not getting any "action", and his immaturity just has no boundaries. It can be quite eye rolling and very tedious.

    What also bugs me, are some moments where things are mentioned, and then are just forgotten. Like the snakes Conrad has as a hobby. One of them undergoes a miraculous conception.....and....that's it. Then you have that strange family that used to live in the house before Conrad. They had children - not very normal children. Bad things had happened to them while in that house. Nadia used to babysit the kids. Then they moved out. Hrm. It's these kinds of details that needed explaining to make the plot and story more enjoyable and thus, more comprehensible.

    Now here's the part that really bugged me. There was one single chapter dedicated to how he and and old ex girlfriend spent the night together making love. It was descriptive. It was long. It was very detailed. At that point I thought to myself "Why would you write a chapter all about that, and why should I care?" I actually skipped ahead. I found it unnecessary and didn't add anything to the story. So they had sex. Whatever. If I wanted detail and the dirt I'd get myself an erotic novel. I believe it's not needed here.

    The ending was all right. It was something I did rather expect out of a horror novel. Although it did leave me feeling rather as if there should have been a lot more to it. Nevertheless it did succeed in getting me scared in certain parts of the book. It was too bad it fell short in other areas, and the chapter I mentioned above just nearly killed the book for me. Overall, if you don't mind these shortfalls and just want to read it for the thrills, go right on ahead. The horror moments of the book do deserve credit.

    9 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 3, 2009

    should have read the other customer reviews first

    The premise of the book sounds very intriguing. What a disappointment. Read the first 100 pages and tossed it aside. Who cares. Characters are whiney, story line is stupid w/o any real suspense and the writing is like a 6th grade school boy's. The picture of the house on the cover is nice though.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 17, 2013

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    I really enjoyed this book. It started fast and strong and finis

    I really enjoyed this book. It started fast and strong and finished at nearly the same pace. I appreciated that the author allowed us to learn about this house and its inhabitants as the characters did, choosing not to spoon feed a lengthy back story before beginning the current story. I am most thankful to those authors who don't underestimate the intelligence of their readers, and Mr. Ransom seems to have that quality in spades. I finished this haunted and possessed journey in two sittings, each before bed, and enjoyed every minute of my time with the characters. Kudos to the author for putting a unique spin on an old tale for those of us who just simply can't get enough of our haunted houses, possessions, ghosts, and paranormal horror.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2009

    Very Interesting at first, downer toward the end

    I was really into this book from page one. However about 15 pages toward the end, I completely lost interest and I found the ending to be very ridiculous.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2012

    Not worth the time or money

    Im on chapter 5 and i fail to see what the storyline has to do with the haunted birthing house. Seriously, all that has happened is the main character Conrad has whined about women. Also, i dont need to know about his sexual frustration, i want to know about the haunted house! Worst book ever.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2012

    Creepy!

    Loved it! One of my favorite books. Hard to put down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2012

    Title is misleading

    Not as scary as you would think.. could have been a lot better

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 20, 2011

    Fuck it

    F it

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 4, 2011

    TERRIBLE

    The adult married male character talks, thinks and acts like a sexually frustrated 16 yr old male virgin! The wife is off in na na land. Struggled to get to chapter 3 and gave up. First time ever for me in my 50 years of reading that I threw a book in the trash! The book is pure porn and appears to be written by a 12 year old. Save your time and money!

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 15, 2011

    Just awful.

    Poorly conceived and not worth the time.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2010

    Boring

    I kept waiting for something interesting to happen that would explain everything but it never did. Very disappointing book.

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  • Posted January 17, 2010

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    The Birthing House

    This is a superb, creepy, suspenseful, thriller that I could not put down. I had to stay up and finish it!
    Conrad and Jo's marriage is in shambles. Jo is always away on her traveling assignments with the pharmaceutical company. Conrad is unemployed and has come into quite a lot of money after his father's death. The both of them suspect the other of cheating. Conrad tries to give them a fresh, new start, by buying a house in Wisconsin, moving them out of L.A. Conrad will learn the history of his new home used to be a birthing house.
    Jo can not stand to be in it. The previous owners are mysterious about when they lived there. He hears sounds of Amish dolls, babies crying, and the voice of a woman. It is the same woman who is in the photo album, which belongs with the house. She looks just like Jo!
    Conrad is sexually frustrated, and gets involved with the pregnant 15 year old neighbor. When she shares her stories with Conrad, of when she was babysitting for the previous owners weird children. Conrad will be confronted with the deterioration of his marriage, the destruction of his sanity, and he'll ultimately learn that some houses live on the births of life, when others live on the deaths of life. That can be just as bad, if not worse.

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  • Posted November 23, 2009

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    Not What I expected.

    The cover hooked me and the inside cover remarks were enticing. When I got into the book, however it was a let down. It is an average read and sometimes difficult to follow. I did not hate it, but wouldn't recommend it. I was disappointed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 12, 2009

    It was just ok

    The writing style was good but some things dragged on too long.

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  • Posted November 1, 2009

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    The Birthing House starts strong, moves quickly, and falls completely flat.

    The Birthing House by Christopher Ransom was one of those books I found browsing through the new releases on the Barnes & Noble web site. The premise is original and hooked my attention. Conrad and Jo Harrison move from busy and loud Los Angeles to a small Wisconsin town, Black Earth, where they purchase an old Victorian birthing house. The house, whose history remembers countless deliveries of babies, both alive and dead, seems to call to Conrad who makes the purchase without the approval of his wife. He sees it as the perfect environment in which to mend their damaged marriage, plagued by accusations of infidelity and mistrust.

    From the moment they arrive, Jo is uncomfortable in the house and quickly departs to Michigan for a job opportunity. During an encounter with the former owner of the house, Conrad is given some old photographs of the former residents. In one of the photos, he recognizes one of the women as his wife, and so begins his journey to understand how his wife could appear in a photo that was obviously decades old.

    Strange visits from ghostly apparitions, bizarre and violent behavior in his dogs, and an odd attraction to the pregnant teenager next door plague Conrad Harrison as he tries to understand what is happening to his sanity. Meanwhile, his wife becomes impossible to reach after admitting to him that she, herself, is pregnant with his child.

    The story moves quickly through short, readable chapters. Suspense builds throughout as the reader becomes hopeful for a climactic and twisted ending. Unfortunately, shortly before the story ends, the book takes an obscure twist into ambiguity, pummeling the reader into the perspective of Alma, the ghost who possesses the house (and sometimes its residents).

    The house's history is never fully explained, and the ending comes to an abrupt halt leaving the reader confused and frustrated in the last twenty pages. Had the book not taken this strange and abstract twist and had it continued on its original path, it would have been a read worthy of the time spent on it.

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  • Posted October 26, 2009

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    Ho Hum...

    I was full of expectations and was hugely disappointed...

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  • Posted October 23, 2009

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    DISAPOINTING/Good concept;poor follow thru

    This story started out well. Ransom set the story up and the chartacters are strong, but it strays all over the place. The issue of the virgin births is not thorough enough. This could have been a fabulous book, but it falls short. I believe,this could have been a truely fantastic triligy; the story of the house, the story of the snakes and his wife and how they came to be associated and "why" him. I just felt this missed the Horror mark by miles. Again, it starts out good and goes down hill from there. The characters just did not have enough story to come to life. Very disappointing. (I was at the Mall and saw this. I left B&N, and did my walk thru the Mall with my teen daughter. I told her I just had to go back and get "that" book. I was up all night and finished it the next morning. I should have waited to read the reviews!!! :(

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  • Posted October 1, 2009

    Forget this book!

    I found this hard to read, it was confusing and overall sucked! I of course like an idiot finished it and was so dissappointed! I really thought it would get better... it was dumb and hard to read. Didn't like it at all

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  • Posted September 21, 2009

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    Don't Bother!

    This was a HUGE disappointment! After reading the description that this book would "keep you up at night" I was excited only to be completely let down!!
    I'm not even sure what happened in the end....the entire book seemed like many random thoughts pushed together.
    Sadly, I recommended this to my mom before I read it and she wasted her money too!!
    Sorry - just did not deliver.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2009

    Groan!

    Glad I borrowed it from the library instead of buying it! Started off okay, seemed a little promising sometime around 1/3 into the book, but then lost its way. Ended up feeling like a really bad, cheesy made-for-tv movie. Don't waste your time, not at all a good ghost story.

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