The book is written as if it were a Victorian novel, but with wisps of modern sensibility stealing in here and there. Iris Villiers is a Gothic heroine with a touch of supernatural power who spends her days trapped on the ancestral estate with nothing to do. When her beloved brother Harvey dies from falling out a window, she’s willing to pay any price to bring him back from the dead.
You might want to stop reading at the end of chapter seven and pretend that chapter eight doesn’t exist. Left there, it’s a bittersweet tale of life and death. The real ending is tragic. It also wins a prize for scariest use of a locked container ever.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.