Ghost Hunter's Daughter

Ghost Hunter's Daughter

Juvenile mystery
"Lucas stepped closer. 'I'm sorry, Claire, but wherever your
father's at, he's in real trouble.' A drip of water echoed out of the
murk...'The kind of trouble someone doesn't come back from.'"
Claire doesn't like people calling her the ghost hunter's
daughter. It's true that her father, Miles, is well known for
contacting and exiling phantoms and has fans around the world.
Although being the child of a celebrity boosts her middle school
popularity, she'd rather be known for being her own quirky, complex
self.
Lucas' grandmother, with whom he is staying while his parents
have to be away for work, is known as a witch. She has an unusual
talent. The deceased can catch her attention by knocking and get her
to conduct their unfinished terrestial business.
Lucas is inheriting the talent. His first knocker turns out to
be Claire's deceased mother who believes that Miles, off investigating
yet another haunting, is in terrible peril. Lucas and Claire need to
rescue him before it's too late.
When Claire calls the hotel her father is staying at to make
sure he's okay she learns that he has indeed vanished without a clue.
And the location Miles is investigating is an especially ominous
one. The town of Hush Falls had been deliberately flooded to create a
municipal water supply. Lemuel Hush, descended from a town founder,
had fought the move and lost. The other inhabitants had moved what
they could uphill. Lemuel, though, seems to be successfully carrying
out his vengeance as evidenced by the high number of drownings in the
lake that claimed his land and the grave in which he was buried.
Do two middle schoolers have a ghost of a chance of rescuing
Miles? Might they instead become part of Lemuel's body count? Fans
of the popular Goosebumps series will relish the chance to read Dan
Poblicki's Ghost Hunter's Daughter and find out.
On a purrrsonal note, I finally found something I've been looking for
for years an out of range insect as proof that climate change is
effecting insect ranges in Maine. Today I found a real praying mantis
in my back yard--a beautiful specimen. I didn't kill or live capture
her. I ran in the house to grab my smart phone and came out to find
her still there--hundreds of miles beyond the northern edge of her
range. I got my pictures. Can't wait to show them to the
entomologists on campus. (Jules)
What was that creepy looking thing? (Tobago)





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