I received this book for free from Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.Picture The Dead by Adele Griffin
Published by Sourcebooks, Inc. on 2012-02-01
Genres: Civil War Period (1850-1877), Historical, Horror & Ghost Stories, Mysteries & Detective Stories, United States, Young Adult
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A ghost will find his way home.
Jennie Lovell's life is the very picture of love and loss. First she is orphaned and forced to live at the mercy of her stingy, indifferent relatives. Then her fiancé falls on the battlefield, leaving her heartbroken and alone. Jennie struggles to pick up the pieces of her shattered life, but is haunted by a mysterious figure that refuses to let her bury the past.
Picture The Dead by Adele Griffin and illustrated by Lisa Brown was a great change of pace from the last book I read, The Queen of Palmyra. Picture The Dead completely absorbed me and I did not want to set it down. Picture The Dead opens with a note of melancholy. The Civil War or rather, the War Between The States is raging in the South, Sherman’s March has already occurred. The reader is transported to the upper middle class town of Brookline, Massachusetts. The main character, Jennie, has a love who is fighting in the war. That love is her cousin. Back then cousin love was totally all the rage. Why roam…
Anyways, Jennie pretty much lives with her aunt Trunchbull, only her aunt is not Trunchbull, but she’s kind of scary and mean! To cope with her grief, Jennie turns to spiritualism. Ya’ll spiritualism swept America away during the Victorian era. People were swindled out of money because the spiritualists peddled communication with the dead. Can you honestly blame someone who is grieving for turning to such means? I know I can’t.
“If I’d been his brother instead of his siter, I’d have stepped firm into Toby’s boots Rebs, training to become the Union scout he’d wanted to be…. But I’m not a man, and my destiny is passive–to wait, to hope, to grieve. I observe and collect, secreting what I find inside my scrapbook for no one but me to see.” ARC pg. 8