My real name, no one remembers.
The truth about that summer, no one else knows.
The truth about that summer, no one else knows.
The summer of 1862, Edward Radcliffe convinces a rather bohemian group of artists to spend a month at the secluded Birchwood Manor. Supposedly they will be spending the time focusing on just their art. Being inspired, finding their muse.
But things don’t go well and by the end there is nothing but murder, theft, and ruined lives.
Fast forward to 150 years later and young Elodie Winslow, an archivist in London finds an old leather satchel containing a picture of a woman and a sketch of a house on the river.Â
It feels familiar to her but she isn’t sure why. So we follow the story. Many characters and many voices but Birdie’s voice carried me through this mystery. Those first two sentences hooked me and I had to find out why she couldn’t leave the house.Â
There is something so fluid and easy about Morton’s writing. The way her words evoke such feeling and emotion. This is the third book I’ve read of hers and for me her style is a perfect fit for me.
I hope you enjoy it as well.
Netgalley/October 09, 2018 by Atria Books
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