Title: It Was Her House First
Author: Cherie Priest
Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press
Pages: 349
My GoodReads Rating: ⭐⭐⭐
Bartholomew Sloan, a celebrity detective
who never loses a case, becomes the sole heir to the home and estate of his
best friend, Oscar Amundson, who was executed by the court for the murder of
his wife, the silent era star Venita Rost. Venita was found dead at the bottom
of a rocky overlook, supposedly murdered by Oscar. Sloan believes that she died
by suicide and framed Oscar because he didn’t blame Sloan for the death of
their eight-year-old daughter, Priscilla.
When Sloan enters the Amundson house
after Oscar’s execution, he drinks a peg of his favourite gin, which the couple
always stocked for him, and drops down dead.
In the present time, Veronica ‘Ronnie’
Mitchell, a woman with severe anxiety issues, buys the house sight unseen with
the insurance money from her brother’s untimely death. Ronnie doesn’t know that
Venita haunts the house, along with Sloan, the man she hated the most.
Then a man comes along, Coty Deaver, Sloan’s grandnephew, with strange
intentions regarding the house. Will Ronnie’s dream of a forever home come
true? Or does she face danger from both the living and the dead?
The story is written in the past tense
PoV of Sloan and Venita (in the form of a diary) in 1932, and that of Ronnie in
the present time.
WHAT I LIKED/WHAT I DIDN’T:
I love stories set in old houses, and I
was looking forward to this read. In keeping with the theme of renovation,
there is a scene (and this isn’t a spoiler) where everything that Venita’s
ghost touches appears restored to its full glory. I liked this extension of the
theme.
I liked Venita from the diary. The mix
of personal observation and dialogue was interesting.
I liked the last part of the book, when
all the main characters came together, more than anything that preceded it.
I liked the writing. Here’s a sample:
On a staged performance of spinning
plates, thirty might pirouette correctly—but if even one should wobble and
fall, the magic is shattered and the trick has failed.
Naïve is a word that powerful people use
to shut you up.
Heavy and limp, like a fortune teller’s
pendulum
The author did a fine job with the
description of the house but didn’t quite manage to create a sense of menace
or dread, which was absolutely required in a haunted house story. The scenes
relating to the remodeling of the house were interesting at first. But then
they just went on and on. The narrative took a long time, nearly the 67 percent
mark, to get to the point. The ghost story should have started playing early in
the book.
I didn’t know what to make of Ronnie.
She narrowly missed being insufferable thanks to her sense of humour. But she
could have been fleshed out better. She doesn’t google the house, even though
the real estate agent pointedly tells her to. She tells us about losing her
brother, about feeling crushing guilt with reference to his death, but then she
doesn’t give him much of a thought, except in relation to Kate, Ben’s fiancée,
and Coty. While Ronnie acknowledges her loneliness in a roundabout way, the themes
of grief, regret and guilt aren’t fleshed out enough, given that Venita too is
grappling with grief and Sloan with guilt.
Also, while Sloan seems to keep raising
the matter of Ronnie’s sexual orientation, just because of her nickname, her
profession and the way she carries herself, Ronnie herself shows nothing of the
kind. There’s no talk of past partners, lovers, nothing. Surprising, given that
she is in her mid-forties. Not even one line saying she’s single, whether by
compulsion or by choice. In fact, the first time, she meets Anne, Ronnie tells
us that the woman is a lesbian plumber. That meeting is unremarkable. Days
later, however, when Ronnie has to tinker with the pipes to get the water
running, she tells us that she knows what to do as she had observed the “cute
plumber” at work. Cute? Where did that come from? No attraction was visible at
the first meeting.
The back story regarding Ben isn’t
introduced organically. Ronnie tells us readers the story directly.
WHAT DIDN’T WORK FOR ME:
Ronnie never reveals the insurance
amount but she keeps investing in renovation and repair activities, as if
the money is limitless.
The blurb wasn’t entirely true. For the
most part, Venita’s spirit is too silent, displaying no malevolence. Nor is the
house teeming with paranormal activity, so the claim that the “once-beautiful
home that's claimed countless unlucky souls” is just as false. Inspector
Bartholomew Sloan is referred to as Venita’s “eternal nemesis” which again
makes no sense as, in the afterlife, he is quiet for the most part, exhibiting
no nemesis-like actions. “And a deadly game unfolds” – again, not quite.
“Caught between a vengeful ghost and a ruthless living threat, Ronnie's
scepticism crumbles. The line between living and dead isn't as sharp as it
seems, and she realizes too late that in Venita's house, survival might be just
an illusion.” Only half-true. The living threat was ruthless but the ghost
showed no malevolence towards Ronnie.
The long list of items that Ronnie says
can potentially scare her didn’t sound natural. It sounded like something
downloaded off the Internet. And then, having mentioned this long list,
suddenly Ronnie isn’t worried about anything, despite being off her medication.
I found it odd that both Venita and
Sloan referred to Priscilla as a duckling. Twice each. Separately. In their own
individual accounts, not in conversation. How strange is that!
ALL SAID AND DONE: The premise of this book, with themes transcending life and death and the value of a soul, was interesting, but the execution didn’t quite do it for me. If only there had been more of Venita and Sloan and less of the home improvement show.
(I read this book on NetGalley. Thank you to the author, the
publisher and NetGalley.)