Vernon’s crabby,’ Dad always said. ‘Doesn’t much like women or kids.’ Uncle Vernon was the last of that side of his family. We Harlows aren’t much good at staying alive so Uncle Vernon did better than most; he made it to his seventies. Years later, his best friend from college, Sky, is also enthralled by the spooky history surrounding Whistler Bay, and Wilder confides in him... perhaps a bit TOO much. When Sky takes his friend's tale and 'makes it his own' by publishing Looking Glass Sound, a book that becomes a best-selling hit, Wilder is angry, hurt, and feels betrayed. But the past doesn't seem to quite have let him go yet either...and when Wilder starts to SEE the ghosts haunting both his waking thoughts and his nightmares, it seems as though Whistler Bay isn't quite done with him. Can Wilder discover the reason these horrifying visions keep holding him prisoner? Or will his next trip down to the depths of that fateful cove be his very last journey? I can't wait to read it again someday. I think upon reread, I could end up enjoying it even more. Ward is too smart and honesty, I'm in awe of her brain. I'm probably going to dream about this one for a while...

Looking Glass Sound by Catriona Ward Unpacking creepy thriller Looking Glass Sound by Catriona Ward

Come on, sport,’ my father says. ‘Good for you to get out. You can’t sit in your room all vacation.’ So I go with him to run errands in Castine. What else am I going to do? That’s all I’m going to say about the plot. With Ward’s books it’s always best to go in as blind as possible, and honestly, even if I tried to explain it further, I’d end up as confused as you! That confusion is part of why I love Ward’s books so much. You really have to pay attention to every detail, because things change on a dime continually keeping you so off-kilter that you don’t know which end is up!

I couldn't tear myself away. Looking Glass Sound is slyly addictive. Falling into a Catriona Ward book means knowing you'll be caught and never let go. Unconventional, imaginative, and brazenly twisted." - Hailey Piper

Looking Glass Sound by Catriona Ward - Lightspeed Book Review: Looking Glass Sound by Catriona Ward - Lightspeed

Some books have unreliable narrators This one has an unreliable ensemble, existing in unreliable worlds. Looking Glass Sound is not your usual scare-fest. The terrors here lie deeper than a slasher villain or a vengeful ghost. In addition to the external frights, these have to do with existential concerns, about identity, who, what, where, and when you are. Offering the sorts of thoughts that can interfere with a restful night, with the legs to disturb your sleep for a long time. This would be more than enough, but wait. This is the first time I hear it, the whistling for which the bay is named. It sounds like all the things you’re not supposed to believe in – mermaids, selkies, sirens. At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied. Sensational….I can’t recall another novel in recent years that dares so much and succeeds so wildly.”— A. J. Finn, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Woman in the Window I wonder what the relationship between them is, if they’re dating, if maybe they’re doing it. I don’t know enough about it to tell. He touches her with a casual assurance but they didn’t behave romantically towards one another – not the way the movies have led me to expect.Ultimately, this book was a little too weird for me. Reading about a book within a book within a book?! So confusing! I'm clearly not as clever as other readers because I was overwhelmed! For a large part of the book, I didn't know what was real and what was imagined. I was confused about the characters, who wrote what and what actually happened. I'm pretty sure I know now having finished it, but this is becoming a familiar trend when reading a book by this author! Just confusing layers upon layers upon layers 😂 A Love Letter to I’m Sorry and a Tribute to Funny Moms in 3 Bits By Annie Berke September 6, 2023 | 11:48am I huddle, cold, in my towel. I’d thought there was something special about this place this morning but there isn’t. The world’s the same everywhere. It’s all like school.