Review: The Winter Ghosts – Kate Mosse.

Seeking resolution to the horrors of World War One, where he lost his brother, Freddie is traveling through the Pyrenees, when his car spins off the road. He finds a nearby village, is put up, and in turn meets Fabrissa, who seems to mourn a lost generation just like him.

They share their stories with one another, but as morning comes, things related to his being in the town will unravel far beyond what he could have expected.

Someone loaned me this book out of kindness since I’d recently read Labyrinth, and I could be the first to see how it is. With that in mind, it would have been better to be exceptional, but it was just a bit of a ramble over a small story.

The story itself is interesting – if you remove all other aspects and look at the tale is looks to tell, then the book is golden; Freddie’s own struggles being a key lure into the pages. But there’s middle of so much fluff it doesn’t really live up to its potential. It just needed to be about 100 pages shorter. Make it really concise and it all snaps together, draw it out to around 250 pages and it’s lost it.


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