the thirteenth tale by diane setterfield

this book was pretty good. i loved the references to books i love: jane eyre, sense and sensibility, wuthering heights, the woman in white, etc. i'm always a fan of things that celebrate good literature.


i loved the weaving together of the different lives. the mystery. i kept finding myself torn between liking adeline and being appalled by her (until the end, of course).

i liked the exploration of the absence one feels at the loss of a twin/sibling/child.

i only wish i had read this book in the winter instead of the dead of summer. i kept wishing i could curl up by a fire with some tea or hot chocolate while reading. instead i was sprawled out in front of fan downing ice water.

haunting. engrossing. delicious.