The Night Sister

The Night Sister

Adult mystery
"When death comes knocking at your door
you'll think you've seen his face before.
When he comes creeping up the stairs
you'll know him from your dark nightmares.
If you hold up a mirror, you shall see
that he is you and you are he."
That's not exactly the rhyme most women teach their children and
grandchildren. But then again the clan portrayed in Jennifer
McMahon's The Night Sister is not an ordinary family. And the Tower
Hotel, the setting, is not your run of the mill hospitality
establishment.
In 2013 two sisters, Piper and Margot, receive horrifying news.
A close friend, Amy, has killed herself and her family. Only her
young daughter has escaped. Their house, the part of the now defunct
hotel property where the original owners resided, the only part not
rapidly decaying, is awash in blood and gore. A clue left behind is a
photograph with a scrawled message, 29 rooms, that has meaning for the
sisters.
The novel zigzags between the present and two points in the past.
In 1989 the sisters were Amy's chums. Although their mother did
not approve of this friendship or see the hotel as safe, Piper and
Margot spent all their free time with Amy and her grandmother,
Charlotte. Ostensibly their days were filled with activities like
roller skating in the empty swimming pool. But covertly they were
seeking answers to a mystery and a haunting. A gruesome discovery
broke up their friendship forever.
In 1955 Amy's mother, Rose, and her sister, Sylvie, were kids.
Charlotte and her husband had opened up the hotel which was thriving.
The sisters entertained guests with their famous Chicken Circus.
Sylvie dreamt of Hollywood stardom. But Rose harbored deep suspicions
that Sylvie was not the innocent self she presented to the world.
Read this spine chilling book unless you really need to believe
that there's no such thing as monsters.
On a purrrsonal note, I escaped the school related stress in my life
by going to camp for the weekend with Eugene. It was really pleasant,
much less humid than the last time. The mosquitos were socially
distancing. He made supper--one of camp's big attractions.
We got batteries for my yard sale meowing clock which does just that
and keeps good time. What a find! (Jules)
My hoomans are back! Oh, joy! (Tobago)
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway





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