The Woman in Black AND The Man in the Picture
By Susan Hill
Holy Cow.
So, okay the book was okay. No, I enjoyed reading it and you know what, I found it hard to go to sleep. I stayed up late last Saturday. Started and finished it in one day.
Spider was my favorite character.
I have to say that there was a sort of rage after I finished reading the story. I felt (and I hate feeling this way) that there was no winning, no escaping ones fate. I hate that and I hate fate.
Balderdash
There is always a way around things and a way to defeat. Why in the blue blazes did he just stand there? There she stood as evil as a demon and he froze. Scream yell jump in front of that poor demented donkey, DOOOOO something.
See the book was okay to make rise my call for action.
But I’m beyond it now and off to the next read. It was meant to scare, had one rough night and now I’m off and running to the next book . So in short it wasn’t really a thinker but it’s been a wweek later and I’ve not for gotten it.
The Man in the Picture
Again another short novel by Ms. Susan Hill. And again like The Woman in Black that insistent pull toward fate. There this poor young bride was, looking at her husband’s image in the picture and what could she do? Burning it came to mind. And I must say that the story was predictable. I knew where we were going even when the professor was telling us his tale. I was not surprised when the young man started talking marriage.
But let’s go to Venice? Really, you are told about this creepy picture and you convince yourself Venice is the thing to do. But of course if we didn’t go, there wouldn’t be a story. Or maybe we should have gone to Edinburgh and the man get carted away in the picture anyway. The picture could have change to Scotland and the wife could have stood there, scratching her head and saying, hey I thought for sure that was Venice…wasn’t that Venice…same frame…
Just a thought.