Meh. I loved A Certain Slant of Light, so I expected more out of its sequel. Unfortunately, the plot of this book consists of Billy and Jenny piecing together what happened to them while James and Helen were using their bodies--with often unhelpful, silent commentary from Helen, who came down from heaven to "help" Jenny--and not much else happens. The lyrical nature of Whitcomb's prose, which worked when it was just a 130-year-old ghost telling the story, is cumbersome and a little annoying here with its modern characters.

Admittedly, I became so annoyed with the pacing and with Helen's sense of superiority that I abandoned the book, so take this review with a grain of salt.