So I am definitely not in the mood for YA right now.

Or at least, that’s what my brain was telling me when I tried to pick this back up this morning.

I also think I wasn’t really settling into the book’s atmosphere well; it never felt truly creepy and the insistence of everyone telling Helen that there were no ghosts at Harrow was increasingly aggravating for me. And for a book that’s supposed to be a horror novel, the horror was really lacking for me. 

And it’s a shame, because the cover really paints a gorgeous picture of this haunted house.
 

But I am not going to force myself to persist with this one, so moving on.