Go to My Grave
Go to My Grave A Novel by Catriona McPherson St. Martin's Press Minotaur Books General Fiction (Adult) Pub Date 23 Oct 2018
Go to My Grave is a chilling, suspenseful tale of long kept secrets and revenge. Donna Weaver and her mother have put everything into setting up The Breakers as a bed and breakfast, and the first guests are due to arrive. Oddly, the house is familiar to the party that arrives, as they had stayed there one fateful summer many years before. Tempers quickly fray, and minds unravel as sinister “pranks” remind the visitors of events. Donna is the only one that doesn’t know what happened, but the narrator tells us, piece by piece, leading readers down a path of discovery - and murder. Go to My Grave is an incredible novel, cleverly composed to maximize the impact on the reader. If you like mysteries with a strong dose of the gothic and more than a few knife sharp twists, pick up a copy of Go to My Grave.
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From Catriona McPherson, the Agatha-Award winning author of Quiet Neighbors, comes a clever, spine-tingling standalone Gothic thriller. “Go to My Grave is both a classic ‘country house mystery’ and a thriller. Atmospheric, with mind-bending twists, a narrator who may or may not be reliable, and an ending that will take your breath away and leave you astonished.” —Louise Penny Donna Weaver has put everything she has into restoring The Breakers, an old bed and breakfast on a remote stretch of beach in Galloway. Now it sits waiting—freshly painted, richly furnished, filled with flowers—for the first guests to arrive. But Donna's guests, a contentious group of estranged cousins, soon realize that they’ve been here before, years ago. Decades have passed, but that night still haunts them: a sixteenth birthday party that started with peach schnapps and ended with a girl walking into the sea. Each of them had made a vow of silence: “lock it in a box, stitch my lips, and go to my grave.” But now someone has broken the pact. Amid the home-baked scones and lavish rooms, someone is playing games, locking boxes, stitching lips. And before the weekend is over, at least one of them will go to their grave.