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Summary
From: Rebecca Maney
Book Title: The Lady in Residence
Book Author: Allison Pittman
What do you like about this book:
4.5 stars
"I am known, affectionately, as the Lady in Residence."
Like the characters themselves, this book has a mind of its own, taking readers deep into unknown territory while maintaining an atmosphere of authenticity and tenderness that is both unexpected and altogether endearing.
For instance, consider Hedda Krause; young, widowed, trying to navigate a new existence; fleeing the home of her deceased husband and his mangy sons, ending up as a resident of the glamourous Menger Hotel in San Antonio, Texas with a trunk full of clothes, valuable jewelry, and a reasonable amount of cash. Perhaps lured into thinking way too much about the local lore surrounding the horrific death of an hotel employee Sallie White, (whose unfortunate demise by the hands of her lover took place in front of the Menger), she begins to feel Sallie's presence in more ways than one.
Years later, a lovely young illusionist moonlights as a tour guide for the Alamo Haunting Spirits Ghost Tour. She too is a bit obsessed with the cruel details encircling the spirit of Sallie White and the widow who supposedly lost all of her earthly possessions to the wraith. When an unassuming high school math teacher crosses her path carrying a box full of his great-great-grandfather's memorabilia about Hedda Krause, Dini Blackstone sits up and takes notice, for Quin Carmichael's ancestor was none other than the detective who was assigned Hedda Krause's case.
Quite frankly, the uniqueness of both timelines is stunning. Each and every character, whether real or imagined, exudes depth. They impressively maintain their individual ambience; adding rich flavor, clever provocation, and raw emotion, literally making the story come to life. Never mind trying to figure it all out, I am not even certain they knew what was going to happen next until, like their readers, the final page was turned.
"I am simply waiting for that which I have lost to be found and to make its way home . . . . . "