This Is Not a Ghost Story
Contents (60)
- Dedication
- Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Books by Andrea Portes
- Back Ad
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
Dedication
For all the weird girls, with the funny hearts.
For my husband, Sandy, who fights the good fight for the little guy.
And for my son, Wyatt, who has a face like a pie, with bright blue eyes filled with the universe.
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Books by Andrea Portes
Back Ad
Copyright
About the Publisher
Prologue
Scarlett Mills Gazette, August 13, 1865
The honorable Dr. Barnaby Quince and his wife, Mary Elizabeth, have perished in the house fire of 221 Stanton Hope Lane on the night of August the third. The cause of the fire is unknown, but it is believed to be due to the high summer temperatures and low precipitation of the season, possibly causing the combustion that sparked the deadly blaze. Services for the doctor and his wife will be held at the Holy Trinity Lutheran Church, Sunday, August 15, 1865, in the year of our Lord.
Chapter 1
Get hit by a Mack truck.
My plan for the summer. Not a goal, exactly. Because that would require a level of commitment beyond my current expertise.
It’s more like a vague hope. Like that someone will invent a climate-change reverser. Or Keanu Reeves will fall in love with me. Or that Michelle Obama will one day be president. A tendril of a thought. A side note.
Still, oblivion was my goal.
You would think that in the summer before my freshman year of college I’d have no reason to be anything other than giddy. But for issues that will become clear, that was not the case for your Daffodil Turner.
Daffodil. That’s me. Ironic, isn’t it. Sunny, yellow Daffodil. As full of promise as a spring day. And yet, I am wading in dread.
I forgot to tell you! Don’t assume anything. I know we are talking now, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t get hit by a Mack truck. Or a city bus. Or even one of those scooters everyone keeps leaving around on the sidewalk.
It also doesn’t mean that what I’m about to tell you, all of it, even the supernatural parts, didn’t happen.
I was like you once. Thinking there was order to the universe, structure, rules we could all count on. But this summer taught me to throw all of that out the window. You’ll see. Consider yourself warned.