Truths Can Unfurl Like Smoke

 
 
In "The Haunted Lighthouse" by J A Whiting, ghosts and visions appear to Lin. All of their history is played out around the Nantucket Lighthouse. These ghosts are sad. The male and female, husband and wife, Julia and Benjamin, appear together. Only Lin sees these spirits and visions. It's a love story and a family history. If you've ever wanted to tell someone 'get on with your life, forget about it,' read this cozy. The past can lead to death, the death of other people and also sweep across generations causing a spirit of melancholy.

It's a meaningful read for any time of year. Let's think of the closest love holiday, Valentine's Day. If someone doesn't love you back, let them go! Don't stalk them. Don't hate and hurt new people who come in your life. Adjust and find a new love. It might take time. Still, there are plenty of fish in the sea.

It reads like a Family Saga. The story begins small and gets bigger and bigger. Concentrate on new names as they appear in the book. Remember the importance of place, Local History. Don't close your eyes thinking it's only a sweet, little cozy. It's without gore and blood. It's about secrets, misunderstandings, and it's about the inability to repair what has already happened.

Thank goodness, Lin's cousin, Viv, boyfriend, Jeff, and others listen to her ramblings about these ghosts. "The Haunted Lighthouse" is about supernatural forces leading her straight to a lake of truth. In the end, it's easy to understand cover ups and a need to live with fairy tale truths can only lead to a life of pain. By the way, are you feeling a cool breeze? jawhitingbooks.com/index

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