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The invited : a novel / Jennifer McMahon.

By: Material type: TextTextPublisher: New York : Doubleday, 2019Edition: First editionDescription: pages cmISBN:
  • 9780385541381
  • 0385541384
Genre/Form: DDC classification:
  • 813/.6 23
Summary: "A chilling ghost story with a twist: the New York Times bestselling author of THE WINTER PEOPLE returns to the woods of Vermont to tell the story of a husband and wife who don't simply move into a haunted house, they start building one from scratch, without knowing it, until it's too late... In 1924, a young mother, Hattie Breckenridge, is hanged from a tree in her yard by the town mob, accused of a crime that was actually committed by her daughter. Nearly a century later, a young married couple, Helen and Nate abandon the comforts of suburbia to begin the ultimate, aspirational do-it-yourself project: building the house of their dreams on the same forty-four acres of rural land where Hattie once lived. When they discover that this charming property hasa dark and violent past, Helen, a former history teacher, becomes consumed by Hattie's story and the tragic legend of her descendants, three generations of "Breckenridge women," each of whom died amid suspicion, and who seem to still be seeking somethingelusive and dangerous in the present day"-- Provided by publisher.
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A chilling ghost story with a twist: the New York Times bestselling author of The Winter People returns to the woods of Vermont to tell the story of a husband and wife who don't simply move into a haunted house--they build one . . .

In a quest for a simpler life, Helen and Nate have abandoned the comforts of suburbia to take up residence on forty-four acres of rural land where they will begin the ultimate, aspirational do-it-yourself project: building the house of their dreams. When they discover that this beautiful property has a dark and violent past, Helen, a former history teacher, becomes consumed by the local legend of Hattie Breckenridge, a woman who lived and died there a century ago. With her passion for artifacts, Helen finds special materials to incorporate into the house--a beam from an old schoolroom, bricks from a mill, a mantel from a farmhouse--objects that draw her deeper into the story of Hattie and her descendants, three generations of Breckenridge women, each of whom died suspiciously. As the building project progresses, the house will become a place of menace and unfinished business: a new home, now haunted, that beckons its owners and their neighbors toward unimaginable danger.

"A chilling ghost story with a twist: the New York Times bestselling author of THE WINTER PEOPLE returns to the woods of Vermont to tell the story of a husband and wife who don't simply move into a haunted house, they start building one from scratch, without knowing it, until it's too late... In 1924, a young mother, Hattie Breckenridge, is hanged from a tree in her yard by the town mob, accused of a crime that was actually committed by her daughter. Nearly a century later, a young married couple, Helen and Nate abandon the comforts of suburbia to begin the ultimate, aspirational do-it-yourself project: building the house of their dreams on the same forty-four acres of rural land where Hattie once lived. When they discover that this charming property hasa dark and violent past, Helen, a former history teacher, becomes consumed by Hattie's story and the tragic legend of her descendants, three generations of "Breckenridge women," each of whom died amid suspicion, and who seem to still be seeking somethingelusive and dangerous in the present day"-- Provided by publisher.

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9780385541381|excerpt McMahon / THE INVITED   Hattie Breckenridge MAY 19, 1924 It had started when Hattie was a little girl.   She'd had a cloth-bodied doll with a porcelain head called Miss Fentwig. Miss Fentwig told her things--things that Hattie had no way of knowing, things that Hattie didn't really want to hear. She felt it deep down inside her in the way that she'd felt things all her life.   Her gift.   Her curse.   One day, Miss Fentwig told her that Hattie's father would be killed, struck by lightning, and that there was nothing Hattie could do. Hattie tried to warn her daddy and her mother. She told them just what Miss Fentwig had said. "Nonsense, child," they said, and sent her to bed without supper for saying such terrible things.   Two weeks later, her daddy was dead. Struck by lightning while he was putting his horse in the barn.   Everyone started looking at Hattie funny after that. They took Miss Fentwig away from her, but Hattie, she kept hearing voices. The trees talked to her. Rocks and rivers and little shiny green beetles spoke to her. They told her what was to come.   You have a gift, the voices told her.   But Hattie, she didn't see it that way. Not at first. Not until she learned to control it.   Now, today, the voices cried out a warning.   First, it was the whisper of the reeds and cattails that grew down at the west end of the bog--a sound others would hear only as dry stalks rubbing together in the wind, but to her they formed a chorus of voices, pleading and desperate: They're coming for you, run!   It wasn't just the plants who spoke. The crows cawed out an urgent, hoarse warning. The frogs at the edge of the bog bellowed at her: Hurry, hurry, hurry.   Off in the distance, dogs barked, howled: a pack of dogs, moving closer, coming for her.   And then there were footsteps, a single runner coming down the path. Hattie was in front of their house, an ax in her hands, splitting wood for the fire. Hattie loved splitting wood: to feel the force of the blows, hear the crack as the ax head hit the wood, splitting it right at the heart. Now she raised the ax defensively, waiting.   "Jane?" she called out when she saw her daughter come bursting out of the woods, hair and eyes wild. Her blue flowered dress was torn. Hattie had sewn the dress herself, as she'd made all their clothes, on her mother's old treadle sewing machine with fabric ordered from the Sears, Roebuck catalog. Sometimes Hattie splurged and bought them dresses from the catalog, but they were never as comfortable or durable as the ones she sewed.   Hattie lowered the ax.   "Where have you been, girl?" she asked her daughter.   It was a school day, but Hattie had forbidden her daughter from going to school. And last she knew, Jane was gathering kindling in the woods.   Jane opened her mouth to speak, to say, but could not seem to make the words come.   Instead, she burst into tears.   Hattie set down her ax, went to her, wrapped her arms around Jane's trembling body.   Then she smelled the smoke on Jane's dress, in her tangled hair.   Even the smoke spoke to her, spun an evil tale.   "Jane? What's happened?"   Jane reached into the pocket of her dress, pulled out a box of matches.   "I've done something wicked," she said.   Hattie pushed her away, held tight to her arms, searched her face. Hattie had spent her life interpreting messages and signs, divining the future. But her own flesh and blood, her daughter--her mind was closed to Hattie. Always had been.   "Tell me," Hattie said, not wanting to know.   "Mama," Jane said, crying. "I'm sorry."   Hattie closed her eyes. The dogs were coming closer. Dogs and men who were shouting, crashing through the woods. It had always been funny to Hattie how men who'd spent their whole lives mov­ing through these woods, hunting in them, could move so clumsily, without grace, without any trace of respect for the living things they trod upon.   "What will we do?" Jane looked pale and young, much younger than her twelve years. Fear does that to a person: shrinks them down, makes them small and weak. Hattie had learned, over the years, to put her own fears in a box at the back of her mind, to stand tall and brave, to be resilient to whatever enemy presented itself.   "You? You'll go hide in the root cellar back where the old house used to be."   "But there are spiders down there, Mama! Rats, too!"   "Spiders and rats are the least of our concerns. They'll bring you no harm."   Unlike the men who are coming now, Hattie thought. The men who are close. Getting closer still. If she listened, she could hear their voices, their shouts.   "Cut through the woods to the old place. Climb down into the cellar and bar the door. Open it for no one."   "But, Mama--"   "Go now. Run! I'll come for you. I'll lead them away, then I'll come back. I'll be back for you, Jane Breckenridge, I swear. Don't you open that cellar door for anyone but me. And, Jane?"   "Yes, Mama?"   "Don't you be afraid."   As if it could be that easy. As if you could banish fear just like that. As if words could have such power.   By the time Jane ran down the path, the dogs were coming from the east, from the road that led into the center of town. Old hound dogs, trained to tree bears and coons, but now it was her scent they were after.   Don't be afraid, Hattie told herself now. She concentrated on push­ing the fear to the back of her mind. She picked up her ax and stood tall.   "Witch!" the men who ran after the dogs cried. "Get the witch!"   "Murderer!" some cried.   "The devil's bride," others said.   Ax clenched in her hands, Hattie started off across the bog, know­ing the safest path. There were parts that dropped down, went deep; places where springs bubbled up, bringing icy-cold water from deep underground. Healing water. Water that knew things; water that could change you if you'd let it.   The peat was spongy beneath her feet, but she moved quickly, surely, leaping like a yearling deer.   "There she is!" a man shouted from up ahead of her. And this was not good. She hadn't expected them to come from that direction. In fact, they were coming from all directions. And there were so many more of them than she'd expected. She froze, panicked, as she looked at the circle forming around her, searching for an opening, a way out.   She was surrounded by men from the sawmill, men who stood around the potbelly stove at the general store, men who worked for the railroad, men who farmed. And there were women, too. This she should have expected, should have seen coming, but somehow hadn't.   When a child's life is lost, it's the mother who bears the most grief, the most fury. The women, Hattie knew, might be more dangerous than the men. Excerpted from The Invited: A Novel by Jennifer McMahon All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Library Journal Review

Helen and Nate Wetherell attempt to escape their dull lives by moving to a village in Vermont, where they will build their dream home. It's even more alluring that the adjacent bog holds stories of hauntings. Helen, a historian, collects artifacts from the town's past and builds them into the house-a beam hewn from the tree used to hang Hattie Breckenridge for witchcraft in 1924, blackened bricks from a deadly fire, a carved maple mantel. She soon realizes the objects "remember" and reveal secrets of the Breckenridge family. Young neighbor Olive Kissner and her mother knew they could find Hattie's treasure, hidden in the bog 100 years earlier. When her mother leaves town mysteriously, Olive continues the search alone. Since Helen and Nate now own the bog, she decides to scare them away and quickly discovers that her own family's secrets are strangely connected to -Hattie. Will Helen's home be the in-between meeting place for the dead and the living? And will Olive uncover the treasure and the key to her mother's disappearance? VERDICT The latest from McMahon (Burntown) is like a nesting doll-a thriller inside a murder mystery inside a ghost story-and will chill readers with every sideways glimpse of a passing shadow.-K.L. Romo, Duncanville, TX © Copyright 2019. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Publishers Weekly Review

In this powerful supernatural thriller from bestseller McMahon (Burntown), history teacher Helen Wetherell and her husband, Nate, buy 44 acres in rural Vermont on which to build their dream house, land the locals believe to be cursed by the spirit of Hattie Breckenridge, who was hanged there a century earlier as a witch. Days after the young do-it-yourselfers move into a trailer on the property, they find an ominous bundle containing an animal's tooth on the doorstep-and that's just the first of a series of events intended to scare them into leaving. Subsequently, Nate, a science teacher who scoffs at the supernatural, catches their 14-year-old neighbor, Olive Kissner, made up like a ghost, trespassing. But it quickly becomes clear the feisty teen isn't responsible for everything. As Helen draws closer to Olive, she gleans more about the legends surrounding Hattie, which include the treasure the doomed woman supposedly buried on the property. Whether one believes in ghosts, McMahon's consummately crafted chiller is guaranteed to haunt. Agent: Daniel Lazar, Writers House. (Apr.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

Booklist Review

Helen and Nate Wetherall are building their dream house in Hartsboro, Vermont, on property complete with a bog (to ignite Nate's naturalist curiosity) and the ruins of an ancient house (to give Helen the connection with history she craves). When Helen digs into Hartsboro's history, she finds a dark story. In 1924, local witch Hattie Breckenridge was lynched in the Wetheralls' bog. As the dream house takes shape, Hattie's ghost appears, urging Helen to look into the fate of Hattie's daughter, Jane. Lured into the mystery, Helen discovers violent deaths in each generation of Hattie's female descendants. One by one, Helen collects pieces of the buildings where they died, determined to bring Hattie's girls together in the new house. Olive, a local teen, is drawn to the bog to search for the treasure Hattie is said to have hidden there. Olive and her mother dreamed of finding the treasure together, and it's Olive's last connection to her mother, who abandoned Olive and her father without a word. But Nate and Helen's arrival threatens to banish that connection, prompting Olive to dive into a dangerous investigation of her mother's final days in Hartsboro. McMahon's siren-like ghosts use Helen to build their own home to haunt, and the resulting blend of ghost story and modern mystery is flawlessly compelling and evocative. A masterful twist on the haunted-house story.--Christine Tran Copyright 2010 Booklist

Kirkus Book Review

A city couple trades their fast-paced lifestyle for rural Vermont, running headlong into a few ghosts along the way.When her father dies, Helen convinces her husband, Nate, that they should quit their jobs and move to the country to live simpler, more self-sustaining lives. So they buy a plot of land outside a small town and begin building their dream house. Despite the unfriendly reactions of suspicious townspeople, Helen feel like she's found a true homebut someone else already calls this land home. Nearly a century before, Hattie Breckenridge was hanged here for practicing witchcraft; her daughter, Jane, disappeared the same day and was never seen again. When Helen starts finding artifacts that all have some connection to the Breckenridge family, she also, not coincidentally, begins to see their ghosts. Meanwhile, Nate spends more and more time chasing an elusive white deer. As Helen bonds with Olive, a local teenager who has lost her mother, and learns more and more of the Breckenridge history, she realizes that the ghosts are there with a message, though perhaps they want something even more. The setup is familiarsecretive small-town residents with their own painful history resent the influence of outsidersand the early part of the novel lays the foundation for a successful ghost story. Hattie has good reason to want revenge on the town, and maybe Helen will be her conduit. As McMahon's (Burntown, 2017, etc.) novel develops, though, the haunting atmosphere dissipates. The ghosts hardly constitute a presence once Olive's story becomes the driving force for the plot. Of course the ghosts are merely window dressing in the end; it's us humans who are really scary. (Who knew?)Too much wide-eyed sentimentality; not enough creepy malevolence. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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