A young woman travels alone to a remote island to uncover a past she never knew was hers in this thrilling modern ghost story
When a mysterious letter lands in Hallie James's mailbox, her life is upended. Hallie was raised by her loving father, having been told her mother died in a fire decades earlier. But it turns out that her mother, Madlyn, was alive until very recently. Why would Hallie's father have taken her away from Madlyn? What really happened to her family thirty years ago?
In search of answers, Hallie travels to the place where her mother lived, a remote island in the middle of the Great Lakes. The stiff islanders fix her first with icy stares and then unabashed amazement as they recognize why she looks so familiar, and Hallie quickly realizes her family's dark secrets are enmeshed in the history of this strange place. But not everyone greets her with such a chilly receptiona coffee-shop owner and the family's lawyer both warm to Hallie, and the possibility of romance blooms. And then there's the grand Victorian house bequeathed to hermaybe it's the eerie atmosphere or maybe it's the prim, elderly maid who used to work for her mother, but Hallie just can't shake the feeling that strange things are starting to happen . . .
In The Tale of Halcyon Crane, Wendy Webb has created a haunting story full of delicious thrills, vibrant characters, and family secrets.
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About the Author
Wendy Webb is editor in chief of Duluth-Superior magazine. A journalist with two decades of experience, she lives in Minnesota. The Tale of Halcyon Crane is her first novel.
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I was the only passenger on the ferry crossing to Grand Manitou Island. As I stood on deck holding tight to the railing while we dipped and tumbled on the green, roiling waves, I understood why tourist season grinds to a halt when the November winds blow.
I was called to the tiny island in the middle of the Great Lakes by a dead woman. I traveled there at an unwelcoming time of year to learn the story of her life, hoping to discover my own story as well. A few whitecaps and swells wouldn’t keep me away.
A summons from the dead is a strange way to begin a tale, but, as I have since learned, it’s really no stranger than any other story in my family. As it turns out, I come from a long line of people who hover on the edge of reality. My family history isn’t merely a chronicle of births and deaths and weddings and accomplishments, though it includes those things. No, the stories of my relatives sound more like fairy tales—Grimm’s, unfortunately—with witches, hauntings, and malevolence all wrapped up in regrettable and sometimes bloody mishaps.
Until recently, I knew nothing of this. Growing up, I had an altogether different notion of who I was and where I came from. Then the truth began to reveal itself, as it always does. Truth seeks the light of day, needs it just like we need air, and so it finds ways to seep out of the sturdiest, most skillfully hidden boxes—even those buried deeply in the hearts of the dead.
My truth took its first breath one foggy autumn morning, nearly a thousand miles away from where I stood on the tossing ferry. That particular day didn’t begin with anything out of the ordinary. Isn’t that always the way? Life is thrown into chaos while you’re making your way through mundane everyday tasks—an accident on the way to the grocery store takes your beloved, a heart attack interrupts a lazy Sunday morning, or, in my case, life- altering news arrives with the morning mail.
I awoke in my little bungalow overlooking Puget Sound and lay in bed awhile, listening to the barking of the seals. Then I pulled on a sweatsuit and sneakers and headed outside for my usual morning walk. I had already crossed the street and started up the hill before I noticed the fog settling in, dulling the edges of the world around me.
Some people find the sound of a foghorn romantic, evoking images of travel to faraway places with strange- sounding names. But I’ve never liked the fog. It obscures reality with what seems to be sinister intent, erasing all that is not within arm’s reach. Anything could be out there, beyond.
I knew it was silly, being unnerved by fog in a seaside town, so I continued to walk my usual route, listening to the tinkling of the wind chimes—tubular bells— that were hanging from the eaves of various houses along the way.
I can’t explain why—did I sense what was coming?—but the back of my neck began to tingle with a thousand tiny pinpricks. I paused, holding my breath, dread seeping off the cold pavement into the bottoms of my feet and working its way up my legs. Then something convinced me to hurry home, and I arrived at my door just in time to see the mailman materialize out of the fog.
"Pea soup," he said, shaking his head as he handed me a stack of mail.
"You be careful out there, Scooter." I smiled at him. "I couldn’t see you until you were on my front step."
"Don’t you worry about me, Ms. James. I’m old friends with this fog."
I watched him disappear into the whiteness and took the mail inside, where hot coffee was waiting, and poured myself a cup as I sorted through the stack. Along with the usual assortment of letters, bills, and catalogs was a large manila envelope labeled archer & son, attorneys-at-law. I noticed the postmark: Grand Manitou Island, a popular tourist destination in one of the Great Lakes, halfway across the country from my home.
I sat at my kitchen table sipping coffee, turning the envelope over and over in my hands. What was this about? What did this lawyer want with me? Finally, I took a deep breath and tore it open to face whatever it contained.
I found two letters inside. One bore my name and address handwritten on the front of a thick creamy envelope, the back flap sealed with crimson wax. It was old-fashioned and lovely, reminding me of an invitation from another time and place. (As it turned out, that’s exactly what it was.) The other was a white business-sized no- nonsense envelope. I opened that one first.
Dear Ms. James,
It is with deep regret that I inform you of Madlyn Crane’s death. I am Ms. Crane’s attorney and the executor of her will. Please contact me at your earliest convenience.
Respectfully yours, William Archer Attorney- at- law
Madlyn Crane. The name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. Why did this lawyer regret to inform me of her death? A feeling of undefined, unexplainable apprehension began to cling to me as I picked up the second letter. Why was my heart pounding so? Why were my hands shaking? I broke the seal on the back of the envelope, unfolded the letter, and began reading. It was dated almost one month ago.
Thirty years ago, my daughter and my husband were killed in a boating accident near our island home. Imagine my surprise to find that they—you and your father—are very much alive.
I don’t quite know how to continue this letter. What do I say to my only child, for whom I have grieved all these years?
I’ll start here. When I learned that you were alive, I was as stunned as you must be now. I had the impulse to pick up the phone and call you immediately, but then it hit me: I could not do that. I had no idea what you had been told.
Did you believe I was dead? Did you believe I had abandoned you? Your father could have told you anything. But now you’re a grown woman. If you had any inkling I was alive, you would have found a way to contact me. I came to the conclusion that you and I must have been told the same lie, each believing the other was dead. We were both deceived.
How does a mother rise from the dead and enter her child’s life? I thought of coming to see you, but simply showing up on your doorstep did not seem wise. A letter seemed like the gentlest way to turn your world upside down.
I know you must have many questions, as do I. I’ll tell you a little about myself now, but really, can one sum up a lifetime in a few words? My name is Madlyn Crane. I still live in the house where you were born on Grand Manitou Island. You may recognize my name. I am a photographer. You may have seen my work in various magazines.
I imagine you grew up grieving for me, wishing to have a mother to shepherd you through the heaven that is childhood and the purgatory that is adolescence. I’m so sorry that I was not there for you. But Hallie, every time you wished for a mother’s love, you had it. I loved you before you were born, I loved you during the empty years when I thought you were dead, and I love you now. That will never change. Although you did not know it, you have always had a mother who loved you more than anything.
I know you must be wondering what to think about this—a letter from a stranger who is alleging to be your mother. Is it true? I’m sure it flies in the face of everything you have believed about your life for the past thirty years.
I’m sorry to create such a tempest for you; believe me, I considered staying "dead" to spare you this confusion, but I concluded that the truth, no matter how painful, must be told.
By way of authentication, please look at the photograph I am enclosing. It is you and your father, a few days before you "died." I took it myself. I also offer this— an invitation. Come back to Grand Manitou Island. So much time has been wasted already.
Love from your mother, Madlyn Crane
The photograph fluttered out as I let the letter drop to the ground. It was a small, square, black-and-white print with a white border. I saw a little girl with a strange sheen in her eyes. Was it me? It certainly looked like me, but I couldn’t really be sure. It might have been any dark-haired girl. But there was no mistaking my father—younger, thinner, with more hair, but unquestionably him. This was the man who put me to bed and dried my tears and took me ice-skating. I had no doubt.
I picked up Madlyn Crane’s letter and read the words over and over again, until they blurred into meaningless symbols. I don’t know how long I sat there, staring at it: a letter from a ghost.
The drive from my house usually took twelve minutes. On this day I did it in six, a lifetime of questions and more than a few accusations flying through my mind.
My mother’s name was Annie James, and she died in a fire when I was five, or so my father had told me. He said he carried me out of our burning house and tried to go back to save her, but the flames were too intense. The house was engulfed before the firefighters arrived. That’s why there were no pictures of her, no records, no mementos of our life together as a family. He was hailed as a hero at the time, but he certainly didn’t feel like one. Annie James had no other family, he told me. No grandparents, aunts, uncles, or cousins from her side. I had no surviving grandparents on his side, either, so we were alone in the world, just he and I.
Even as a child, I realized that the story of my mother’s death was a tidy little tale, with no loose ends for a girl’s questions to unravel. When I asked my dad about her—What was she like? Did she have hair like mine?—I could see his grief, as tangible and blinding as a snowstorm. Please don’t ask, Hallie. Put it out of your mind. She’s gone.
As I sped through yellow lights, my questions morphed into a mix of anger and defensiveness. Over the years I had created a tangible mother in my mind—brown hair, brown eyes, medium build. She had a sort of Jackie Kennedy quality. She liked those colorful pantsuits that were so popular in the 1970s, but we wore mother-daughter dresses to important events. She was kind but firm, loving but playful. Graceful. Elegant. If this letter was true—which it couldn’t be—it would negate the only mother I had ever known. I wasn’t about to let a stranger kill off my mother in a few short paragraphs.
Not to mention the fact that, if this letter was true, Madlyn Crane was accusing my father of something horrible. I loved my dad with the fierce feelings of protection common to children of single parents. How dare this woman, this stranger, flutter into my life and call my father—my dad— a liar? She accused him of faking our deaths and whisking me off across the country. She was basically saying I was an abducted child, someone whose photo might have appeared on a milk carton.
Where did she get off? Men like my dad don’t abduct children from their mothers and assume new identities. Men like my mathematician father find rational solutions to problems. It was absurd and insulting, the whole thing. I couldn’t imagine what would motivate this woman to make up such a cruel pack of lies.
But wasn’t it a little odd that there were no photographs of my mother? No relatives? No friends who could talk about our life together? What if it wasn’t grief but fear that I had seen in my dad’s eyes when I mentioned my mother? What if he had lived for thirty years afraid that every day would be the day his abandoned wife, my abandoned mother, would show up on our doorstep? That would certainly explain his reluctance to talk about her.
Funny thing is, I remember the fire. I can see the flames and the smoke, hear the screaming and the roar of the fire trucks, feel the spray from the hoses. Was this nothing but a shadow of what never was, a memory deliberately implanted by years of storytelling? That’s how powerful stories are. They can actually create the past if told often enough.
Janine, the day nurse, looked up as I walked in. Her smile faded when she saw my expression. "What’s the matter?" she asked, but I put a hand up, as if to stop her words in midair. I walked by the nurses’ station toward the recreation room, where I knew my father would be sitting.
I found him in front of the window, where he spent most of his days. He loved to watch the birds at the feeder. Their movements entranced him, or perhaps he was simply fascinated by those strange, flitting bits of color hovering in the air outside. It was impossible to know. I pulled up a chair and took his hands in mine.
"Dad?" I said gently. "Dad, it’s Hallie."
He turned his head carefully. His deliberate slow-motion movements reminded me of a fetus in the womb, floating in another dimension, one with a thicker, viscous atmosphere, suspended there awaiting the time when he would enter a new world. He looked at me, a mix of innocence and confusion in his eyes.
"Did you bring my lunch?"
My conflicted emotions melted into the sorrow and grief that always overcame me when I visited my father these days. The great man, the profound thinker, reduced to this. I smiled sadly at him. "Janine will bring your lunch in a little while, Dad."
What was I doing here? I wanted answers, but he was clearly unable to provide them. I sighed and squeezed his hands, the love and loss filling my throat.
"Hallie?" My father’s voice brought me back into the moment. A smile crept onto his face.
It was to be one of those days, then. I had been hoping for it. Most of the time, my father didn’t recognize me, his eyes expressionless, his spark extinguished. It was as though his spirit was submerged deep inside his body, exploring some hidden world within. I often wondered where his spirit had gone and what it was doing while the husk that looked like my father sat motionless in his chair, staring at birds.
Every so often, though, he would have moments of lucidity. His eyes would become clear and bright as he rose to the surface, animating the lifeless features with his familiar spark. He would know me again. He would smile and say, "Come to see your old dad, eh?" And we’d be able have a conversation, albeit a brief one. Soon enough, I’d lose him as he descended back into the depths of his being. The doctors told me that was typical of Alzheimer’s patients.
"I’ve come to ask about Mom."
"Your mother?" He frowned at me, confused.
I knew I didn’t have much time, so I dove right in. "Did you take me away from her on purpose, Dad?" I couldn’t believe I had even said the words. They sounded so idiotic, so untrue.
He leaned in and put a finger to his lips. "I saw your mother yesterday," he admitted, his eyes darting back and forth, making sure nobody was listening. "I looked out of my bedroom window and there she was, walking in the courtyard."
I was silent for a moment. "You saw Mom?"
He slowly nodded his head. "She was wearing that long purple dress she used to like so much." A smile, then. "I think she’s come for me this time, Hallie."
His earnestness gave me a chill. "Dad." I held his hand. "I got a letter today from somebody claiming to be Mom."
"Madlyn wrote to you?"
I took a sharp breath. He said Madlyn, not Annie. "Did you do it?" I managed to ask. "Why, Dad? Why did you take me away from her?"
He smiled, his eyes brimming with tears as he stroked my cheek. "I had to save my little girl."
"Save me from what?"
The tears spilled onto his face. "From that place, Hallie. It would have destroyed you."
And that was it. My window of time was gone, at least for that day. He turned back to the birds. I held my hand to his cheek, as if I were trying to transfuse all the love I felt for him into his veins.
"And I thought he was having such a good morning." It was his nurse, there with his lunch tray.
"He was, Janine. It’s just. . . ." My words trailed off into a long sigh. I looked up at her in silence.
"I know, honey, I know. It never gets any easier. For us or for them."
I hugged my father tight as I got up to leave. "I love you, Dad," I said, hoping, wherever he was within that shell of a body, he heard me.
The next morning I got the call.
"Did he say anything?" I choked, the emotion shredding my voice to a rasp. "Did he ask for me?"
"I’ve seen a lot of death in my years here, honey," Janine told me softly. "They almost never have any last words. Dying is too hard."
Excerpted from The Tale Of Halcyon Crane by Wendy Webb.
Copyright © 2010 by Wendy Webb.
Published in 2010 by Henry Holt and Company, LLC.
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Reading Group Guide
1. Hallie's father talks about seeing Madlyn at the nursing home the day before he died. Do you think he really saw her spirit, coming for him? Why or why not? Do you believe the veil between the living and the dead is lifted as a person passes from one life to the next?
2. Hallie has twice been sidelined by men she loved: her husband and her father both were different men than she knew them to be. How did their deceptionnonmalicious though it wasaffect her? Did she do the right thing by ultimately trusting Will?
3. Each child born of the spell from the Witch of Summer Glen has a special otherworldly ability or gift. With Hallie, her gift develops the longer she stays on the island. Do you think Hallie simply grew more aware of her innate talent, or did being on the island somehow change and enhance her abilities?
4. What is the significance of mirrors with respect to Hallie's ability to "see"?
5. Why couldn't Madlyn understand the danger the island posed to her young daughter Hallie? Was Madlyn a good mother?
6. Was Hallie's father justified in taking his child away from his wife and their home? Did you think he could have handled that situation differentlyperhaps more openly and truthfully?
7. Mira befriends Hallie, but she also harbors a great secret that isn't revealed until the end of the book. Did you understand Mira's decision to keep the truth to herself for so long, given that she barely knew Hallie, or should she have revealed it sooner? What secrets would you keep from a friend?
8. Did you enjoy the way Hallie's "tale" is slowly revealed to her? Are there storytellers in your family who have kept family lore alive?
9. Forgiveness is one of the themes in this novel. Who most needed to be able to forgive? Who most needed to be forgiven?
10. Have you ever seen a ghost? Do you know anyone who has? What are some of the best ghost stories you know?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Every once in a blue moon, I am reminded of one of the many reasons why I love to blog/read blogs/the Internet overall. What's the reason, per say? Well, it's the fact that if not for blogging, I would have never ever heard of some of the books that ended up being among my absolute favorites. The Tale of Halcyon Crane was one of those books, and had I not heard about it, well, it would have been a very, very tragic thing, because this book was drop-dead amazing; not only of the best adult novels I've ever read, but one of the best books I've ever read! The Tale of Halcyon Crane ended up surprising me in many ways. One was the setting, which was Grand Manitour. The way Webb described it made me feel like I was right there taking part in the story the whole time. I loved the fact that in most ways it was very much a time-warped island, one that had no cell service (Oh, the horror of all horrors!) nor cars among other aspects. The characters were another part of this story that I adored! They were well-developed, even the dead ones, and it was absolutely fascinating to learn about each and every one's back-story. My favorite out of all them would have to be Hallie James, the main character. Since while she was sweet, kind, and loving, she was also flawed, like any adult or teen. It was interesting to see her truly find herself on the island and let go of her past mistakes and hardships, so that instead she could move on to a place were she completely felt at home. The plot and writing of this were both well done and, as mentioned before, truly brought this book to life. There was almost never a dull moment, much the opposite in the fact, since I was always clinging on to each word, dying to find out what would happen next. Plus there were parts in The Tale of Halcyon Crane I barley saw coming, an aspect I love in any story. And I loved the incorporation of ghosts in the novel. It gave it a unique spin that made it live up and well past it's full potential. The only problem I had with this book would be the fact that the dialogue sometimes felt a wee bit awkward. But other than that, The Tale of Halcyon Crane is A+ material! In all, The Tale of Halcyon Crane is a fabulous mix of ghosts, romance, and one girl finding herself to be more than she ever expected! I am highly look forward to reading Webb's next work. Since I'm sure it'll prove to be the same! On a side note, I would like to also add that while The Tale of Halcyon Crane is technically an Adult book with all Adult characters, it's still very much a book that can enjoyed at all ages (Saying that I mean teens, not young children, of course). Further more, this book is pretty much sparkly clean, in cause your curious. Grade: A+
Wendy Webb cobbles together an interesting cast of characters to create a story that is warm yet chilling, comfortable yet unnerving. You'll fall in love with Halcyon (Hallie) Crane as she explores a world that is new to her, yet to which she has always belonged. You'll want to be Hallie, and yet you'll be somehow glad you are not. Hallie learns she is heir to a mansion on a beautiful and affluent resort island. When she visits the place, she finds out there is much more to the story -- to her story -- than she ever imagined. The island's greatest secret, she learns, is Hallie herself. Only she can exorcise the ghosts that haunt the place, literally and figuratively.
Great twists. Highly Recommend.
My book club read this book, and we all loved it! It' s hard to get 15 girls with all different tastes to all love a book, but this one did it. It's filled with suspense, & it feels like you right there inside the book. Amazing!
Yikes. What did she just say? Do people really speak like that? I found myself asking those two questions a lot throughout the book. The story was somewhat compelling, if not all that original. Still, there were moments when the language was so formal, occasionally anachronistic, that I often stumbled over it. These interruptions made the book feel more like work than pleasure, at moments. But if things like that don't bother you, and you're a fan of ghost stories, you would probably enjoy this boook.
Webb comes up with an original and suspenseful ghost story, and her characterization of protagonist Halcyon Crane is touching. The character is well-developed, almost too much so in comparison with the other characters. The book resolves itself rather too nicely in the end, and too quickly for the time she spends developing the story. It's as if she realized after considerable commitment that the story didn't quite flow - but persisted anyways. The book definitely has one of those too-much-information endings - she would have done better to leave out the last two chapters entirely. This would be great for the beach or a weekend read, but I wouldn't recommend it to any serious fans of gothic literature.
Overall the story was great. I could not put it down at times. There were quite a few capitalization errors but they meant almost nothing with the fantastic story line. READ IT. : )
I enjoyed this book A LOT! It's definitely a haunting tale that will delight lovers of the paranormal. The Tale of Halcyon Crane is a creepy story that's brilliantly written. I can't wait to see what Wendy comes up with next!
I downloaded this book on my nook without knowing anything about the author. It was a little slow starting out but picked up very quickly. I enjoyed reading this book and there were times that I was a little afraid to "turn the page". I would recommend this as a good curl up with an afghan and read on a cold rainy weekend book.
Like Daphne Du Maurier's Rebecca and more recently Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale, Wendy Webb's The Tale of Halcyon Crane pulls you into a world of family secrets and history. The novel is well passed and atmospheric, and will demand that you loose sleep just to finish it. A great read.
I don't rate many books because the rating system is so screwed up. (I refuse to leave five stars for a 'good' or 'average' book but I know anything less than 5 stars hurts the author.) But this book really deserves 5 stars. I'm not a big fan of ghost stories but I knew halfway through the story that I would rate it five stars. Simply put, the author is an excellent writer. A good story well told - what more could you ask for?
Lots of twists to keep us guessing! Perfect read for a cold, wintery day!
As I said in my initial comments, I received this book as part of Early Review and immediately became engrossed in the story. Wendy Webb has a gift for story telling that grabs the reader and takes you on a journey along with the main character, Hallie James. The book begins on the west coast when the heroine receives a letter from a lawyer in Wisconsin that informs her that the mother she had assumed was dead since she was 5 years old had been alive until recently. Hallie starts to question every story and what she thought was the truth from her beloved father. With the hope of discovering answers, Hallie picks up and takes a trip to the town of her early childhood. The town is actually a remote island with many unique characters that you meet along with Hallie as her history unfolds. Ghosts, seances, and an inevitable romance complete the picture. I thoroughly enjoyed this novel from page 1 to the very last...so much so that I started to read it slower so I could prolong the experience. If books like "The Thirteenth Tale" and "The Shadow of the Wind" are at the top of your favorites list, you will want to read this classic ghost tale.
Written for LIBRARYTHING EARLY REVIEWERSThis book had great promise, the letter that changed Hallie's world, the trip to the remote Grand Manitou Island, the lush creepiness that pervaded the reader's senses...but did it deliver? I had a great read right up until the end.... I quote from the end of Part Two -- ""And that's how the three of us came to leave my house together that night. In retrospect, I see it was a mistake. Hindsight can be particularly cruel when one goes down a wrong road. Perhaps if Will and I had braved the night in the place - faced the girls head on - we would have been spared what happened the next day. On the other hand, I don't have any way of knowing what might have befallen us if we had decided to spend the night in the house after those spirits had been called, awakened and stirred up. Who knows what manner of horror we might have experienced?"" And then what happens? Nothing. LoL. Everything is neatly tied up into neat little packages but no tragic end anywhere in sight. So it missed it's mark in my opinion, although I did enjoy the story up to there and would read another book by the author, hoping to see a better ending.
This was an utterly memorizing story. I was completely drawn into the story of Hallie/Halcyon and the past history of her family. Imagine getting a letter that not only tells you that your mother was alive for the last 30 years (when you have been told that she died) and then in the same letter that she had just past away. After another family tragedy, she leaves to go to the island where she was born and where she can find out more about the family that she was taken from and hopefully she will find out why. The quirky characters and the eeriness of her mother's house and the island in general. I would get so into the story that when I tried to sleep after reading it my heart would continue to race as I remembered the stories told by Iris. If you are looking for a great modern ghost story, I would definitely recommend this one.
I received this book through the Early Reviewers program. I was immediately drawn into the book. The minute I found out that Halcyon Crane was headed to an island to find out about her mother who she didn¿t know existed, I knew I was in for a potentially great Gothic story. The little girl ghosts were truly creepy. The book had enough twists and turns to keep me reading all weekend. The only part of the book that seemed predictable was the love interest, but that wasn¿t enough to deter me from thoroughly enjoying the book. I would definitely read another book by Wendy Webb!
.Halcyon Crane's mysterious family history is just spooky enough to weave its way into your dreams, and to make you jump at the smallest noise. The ghosts of Hallie's ancestors wheedled their way into my subconscious. I was fascinated by the idea that each generation of the Crane family had their own special power and their own unique form of protection against the devilish antics of the three P's, Persphone, Patience and Penelope.This is one of those books that you read and you can actually visualize the movie scenes that could be created. While I enjoyed the book , I am looking forward to seeing the movie version's ending.I felt that the book's ending was a bit of a let down. It didn't live up to the eeriness of the rest of the story.
The Tale of Halcyon Crane by Wendy WebbI love a good Gothic story; either in print or on film. My two favorite modern Gothic style movies are The Others with Nicole Kidman and The Sixth Sense with Bruce Willis. Both have great gotcha endings and both keep you guessing right up to the very end. A great modern Goth book is The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox by Maggie O¿Farrell. This book does what every good Gothic book should do, it makes you guess right up until the very end. The best Gothic tale has to be The Turn of the Screw by Henry James. This book not only has the reader guessing up to the very end, the reader never does figure out if the governess is seeing a ghost or if she is crazy. A good Gothic book should have you thinking about it for days or even years after you have put it down. A good Gothic book should blind side the reader, yet make them wonder why they did not see the end coming. A good Gothic book is hard to find these days.When Librarything offered the chance to win an advanced reader copy of what was said to be a good Gothic read I jumped at the offer. Henry Holt publishing was kind enough to send me a copy and for this I am thankful. I wanted so much for this to be a good Gothic story; after all it had everything a Gothic story needs; a mysterious letter, a creepy old house, an even creepier housekeeper and of course a lot of family secrets.Hailey James receives a letter from her mother whom Hailey had been told died a long time ago. Along with the letter she receives news that her mother had recently passed away and her will needs attending to. Hailey, reeling from the shock of learning about her mother and the death of her father just days later, decides to visit the island her mother has called home for all of her life. Hailey wants to learn about her own past and why she was taken away from her mother. Once there Hailey receives other shocking news: her mother left her the house and millions of dollars. But wait there is more! It turns out a child was killed at the Crane home and all the facts point to Hailey¿s father as the murderer. It is up to Hailey to figure out why her father took her away from the island and who really killed the little girl. About half way through the book the reader will catch on to two things; that one of the characters is not who she claims to be and that the ghosts are responsible for the many accidents that happen at the Crane home. There is no gotcha moment in this book. Once Hailey realizes who is putting her boyfriend in danger she takes months do deal with the ghosts. I was very let down by this turn of events, and wondered why this is classified as a Gothic book. As for the secrets, they are tame and do not really add to the story. Webb is a decent writer though she needs a better editor. Her time frames sometimes do not match, she uses phrases that are duplicated and she puts things in only to never return to them. Why mention her mother had horses if only to leave them at someone else¿s property? If horse and wagon were the means of getting around the island wouldn¿t it make sense to keep the horses? If Webb is to develop her talents she will need to make sure she ties up loose ends and learns to weave a tighter tale. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes Gothic style books, but does not expect surprise endings. As for a good Gothic book, I guess I will have to keep waiting.
I had trouble with this book but I read it through, always hoping it would get better. Early on I encountered a major peeve: Typos. Nothing irritates me more in published works. I will grant some leeway because I read an advance copy, but there is no excuse for misspelled and uncapitalized proper names.The plot moved fast. I wanted to read more, but it didn't deliver what I had expected. I trudged through the early chapters anticipating twists and turns that never came. Webb missed an opportunity to write an original story.Characterization is not fully developed. The characters are cliche and uninteresting - too good looking, too open with their feelings, too quick to forgive. I am not sure there was a climax at all - the plot never reached a high point, and the main character didn't change at all. Characterization is in the details. If these details were given at all, the interesting ones amounted to nothing.The book doesn't seem finished but this is a good draft. I liked the story, but it still needs work. Webb would benefit from joining a writers circle, reading every Gothic story on the planet, and revising (fix those typos!!).I received The Tale of Halcyon Crane through the LibraryThing Early Reviewers program.
The Tale of Halcyon Crane is a contemporary "haunted house" story. Hallie James grows up without knowing that her mother is alive and well, living in the family home on a quaint island. When her mother dies, Hallie inherits the house, begins to research her family history, and deals with the spirits that still occupy the house.This novel has a very fitting "spooky" atmosphere. The island is the "land that time forgot", with no cars or cell phones. There is the requisite old graveyard. The island history includes a suspected witch. The townspeople are alternately charming or chilly. I was a little disappointed in the ending. But overall, I really enjoyed this read. I'd recommend it for an October reading.
Early Reviewer winHalcyon Crane has grown up believing that her mother died in a horrible house fire. One day she receives a letter from a lawyer telling her that her mother has just died and she's the sole beneficiary. Her father is deep in the throes of Alzheimer's, so there's no one she can turn to for answers. She decides to make the trip to an island smack in the middle of the Great Lakes--an island steeped in the past. No cars, huge Victorian houses. She discovers her mother was a famous photographer, one that seemed able to capture the very soul of a person in her pictures. And she starts to remember the first few years of her life on the island, before everyone thought she and her father had drowned. And, staying at her mother's house, she starts to see things, visions of the past, and learn about the house's supernatural history.This book had a lot of potential. It wasn't bad. But for me, it fell a bit short of the mark. I'm not sure what it was that was missing, but it didn't quite get to the level of creepy gothic ghost story I'd hoped it would.
"The Tale of Halcyon Crane" is an interesting story, but it wasn't the one I was looking for. Hallie receives a letter from a mother she thought died long ago, and travels to her mother's island home and community for answers. You wouldn't know it at all from the summary on the book jacket, but this is a ghost story. And I'm sorry if somebody considers this a spoiler, but I feel like readers choose books for certain reasons and knowing whether or not this is a ghost story may certainly influence whether or not they pick this one up.Would I recommend it to those who like ghost stories? Yes. Maybe I'd even recommend it to those who enjoy gothic literature, or mysteries. Overall though I felt misled by the introduction of ghostly elements, and therefore couldn't enjoy it as much as I wanted to.
I rarely read contemporary tales nowdays, but when I do, it better grab me and fast or I head back over to my historical fiction pile. Halcyon (how do you pronounce that by the way?) grabbed me and held me and even managed to give me goosebumps at times. I'm greatly impressed by this debut. Hallie James has believed for the last 25 of her 30 years that her mother was killed in a fire and everything related to her family's past was burned in that fire. Her father raised her single handed to the very best of his abilities. When a letter arives in the mail from a lady claiming to be her mother, Hallie is in a state of disbelief and shock. An accompanying letter from a lawyer informing her of that same mother's death quickly puts a damper on whatever excited feelings may have rose to the surface. Hallie's father is suffering alzheimers and is unable to clarify much and the only reason he can give Hallie for having taken her away from her mother and letting the entire world believe her dead is, "I was trying to save you."From what?? A trip to Manitou island could provide the answers Hallie needs or it may just raise more questions. Hallie discovers her true identity and the mystery surrounding her and her father's disappearance almost thirty years ago. There's a haunted house, triplet terrors, a strange housekeeper, some hostile townfolk, a dead girl, and a secret within Hallie herself.As Hallie digs for answers, she also discovers the legacy of her ancestors. Their stories add a wonderful touch to a suspenseful, on the edge of your seat ghost thriller. The ending and the deal with Iris was just a bit too weird, or I would have gave this a five. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
One morning, Hallie James finds her life forever changed by a simple letter. The letter states that she has been left everything by her mother --- a woman Hallie thought was already dead.She decides to confront her father, the man who raised her and a person she has great respect for but is suffering from dementia and now barely remembers her on good days. She knows she can't ask anyone else and needs to know the truth --- did her mother really die in the fire like her father told her? When Hallie tells him about the letter his response is simple and startling, ¿Madyln wrote to you?¿ Hallie had always thought her mother's name was Annie. When Hallie's father passes away and she is left to not only deal with the death of the father who loved and raised her but the death of a mother she didn't know and can't remember. On a whim she calls the attorney, packs a bag, and travels to the island her mother called home.I really enjoyed this book. It's categorized as horror, which I was surprised by. I don't read much horror and, while this one had a supernatural, creepy factor to it, wasn't terrifying in the way I think of horror. It moves fast and the whole time you're wondering where it will lead. Hallie's family stories told to her by an ancient housekeeper who seems otherworldly weave a good mystery. Webb doesn't let too much slip and the twist at the end is a nice reward for the reader. On the downside, the story seemed to rush to the end for me but it may have simply been my reluctance to see it end. I do think it could have benefited from a few extra pages just to add more details though. Several things end up taking place way too fast without much explanation as to why. But it didn't take anything a way from the story. The ghosts, supernatural events, and an old Victorian house full of secrets keep the story moving.This is Webb's first novel and I can't wait to see what her next offering holds.
i also was waiting for the big tragedy at the end when the author was trying to keep the reader in suspense and also when Jonah told her to call her, and Halli ( or the author?) totally forgot to do so, even though during that day nothing eerie happened. Predictable and some loose ends. Butoverall a nice story, but I missed some deep inside int eh characters. Why was Will falling in love with Hallie after just seeing her for the second time? A gay ex husband who is still her best friend in England? I wanted to know how the story ended and it was a fast pace read for me, but it never told me, why Hallie was the strongest in the family to chase the ghost. The story made we wish for an Iris/Martine-ghost who cooks and cleans for me. I love that one. ;-)