Adam Snow, an antiquarian book dealer, accidentally finds himself within the grounds of a derelict house hidden away in the countryside. As he is walking around the lost garden he feels an invisible hand creep into his own. Drawn into investigating the history of the house, and whose hand it might be, he finds himself suffering from panic attacks as well as feeling the small hand again, in different locations, each time pulling him closer and closer to danger.
This was a timeless novel, that could easily have been set in an earlier century were it not for the brief mention of email at one point. The style felt, to me, a lot like Henry James’ The Turn of the Screw, and that sat well with its tone as a ghost story. There’s a slow but steady pace to the plot, with a rise in tension as Adam deals with each supernatural encounter but then it relaxes again as he goes back to his normal day to day life and tries to forget so you are lulled and haunted throughout the tale.
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