So, my second book in a row in which the author asks the reader to believe fantastic things as if they are commonplace . . . And in which magical happenings do not necessarily bring any joy.
There are 3 threads in this book: the sisters, Helen and Rachel, the bartender and his ghosts, and the dastardly founder of Roam, Elijah McCallister. The only thread that I found myself eager to read was that of the sisters. There is cruelty and love there, and it’s unpredictable. The ghosts are just a little too sad and mopey. I wanted them to go away. With the sisters, there’s an edge of feeling that their futures might genuinely be ahead of them, they might work it out, might find a satisfying life. Wallace didn’t write any feeling of possible happiness into the other characters.