'We were walking along the beach below the cemetery , Prince and I, and suddenly Prince disappeared up the cliff. I could hear him howling. I whistled for him but he didn't come. I went up the path after him. He was sitting beside a tombstone. It had my name on it:
Daisy Fielding Harker. Born November 13, 1930. Killed December 2 , 1955...'
This is an exceptional story of broken people living in a seaside Californian town. Daisy Harker sets out to find the story behind her grave stone because if shes not in it who is?
Its a mystery story and its a chiller.
I'm now of the opinion that Millar writes a better chiller than her husband did and he was superb. If you see her books in second hand store grab them.
No comments:
Post a Comment