(From the publisher):
In The Crying Sisters
, the author sets the atmosphere and characters for this compelling story in her opening words: "I still pinch myself and say it isn’t true. I still wake at night to reach for the tangible proof within touch of my hand. Because what happened to me last August went so far outside anything I’d known all the rest of my life that even while it was going on I often thought I must be imagining.
"On one day I was Janet Ruell, a respectable small-town librarian, driving north in my new car from Eldreth, Minnesota, for the first vacation I’d ever taken without my mother. My life had been openly humdrum and secretly desperate — the way life in a small town is for a girl who’s still unmarried at twenty-nine. And then the next day I was agreeing to go to an unknown resort under conditions which — well, Eldreth would have looked at them slant-eyed.
"Agreeing to go. There’s no getting away from the fact that I went of my own free choice. I went of my volition into those days when I heard death crying in the night, when I saw it indicated by a plantain leaf and discovered in a plaything, when I saw it rising in a muddy bundle from the lake. The time was to come when I felt myself living in the very house of death and eating at its table. And in the end...
"I wonder if I’d have had the courage to take what Steve Corbett offered me if I’d had premonitions."
Original title: The Crying Sisters
Genre: Fiction→ Crime and Mystery→ Suspense