Fiction

Finished reading The House Next Door, by Anne Rivers Siddon. Published 1993, but my first book by this author. Really good, intelligent, lovely characters well paced into the creepy and horrific. "Colquitt and Walter Kennedy enjoyed a life of lazy weekends, gathering with the neighbors on their quiet, manicured street and sipping drinks on their patios. But when construction of a beautiful new home begins in the empty lot next door, their easy friendship and relaxed get-togethers are marred by strange accidents and inexplicable happenings. Anne Rivers Siddons transports you deep into the heart of a neighborhood torn apart by a mysterious force that threatens their friendship, their happiness and, for some, their very existence." Sounds simple, but not. Whew.