I don't do ghosts, usually. I don't do talking ghosts at all.
And so when they wander from the periphery of the storyline into the core of the narrative I tend to switch off.
And that's what I did when Summerland morphed into slumberland as this venture into a teenage "phantomiso" got to much for a 75 year old.
I had been beguiled by the jacket notes that spoke of the flight of child refugees from post war Berlin and promises of "secrets and shadows" and encouraging words from no other than Heather Morris who enriched us with The Tatootist of Auschwitz.
Not so.
Supposedly inspired by real events it falls dismally short of the true hell stories of the holocaust. It is a book for the younger reader, who would be taken in by the concept of ghosts who seem to have both foresight and hindsight and intuitively share in the implausible.
I should have sensed that this sort of age-focused writing was not for me.
I did not finish the book.
And so when they wander from the periphery of the storyline into the core of the narrative I tend to switch off.
And that's what I did when Summerland morphed into slumberland as this venture into a teenage "phantomiso" got to much for a 75 year old.
I had been beguiled by the jacket notes that spoke of the flight of child refugees from post war Berlin and promises of "secrets and shadows" and encouraging words from no other than Heather Morris who enriched us with The Tatootist of Auschwitz.
Not so.
Supposedly inspired by real events it falls dismally short of the true hell stories of the holocaust. It is a book for the younger reader, who would be taken in by the concept of ghosts who seem to have both foresight and hindsight and intuitively share in the implausible.
I should have sensed that this sort of age-focused writing was not for me.
I did not finish the book.