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A review by morgangiesbrecht
The Premonition at Withers Farm by Jaime Jo Wright
5.0
This just might be my new favourite Jaime Jo Wright novel—I had no idea this story would be so profoundly what I needed.
A marriage on the rocks. Murders unsolved. The atmosphere. The mystery. The crinkly chills I get up my spine. Yup. I am here for it. (Random aside, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the story was giving some “Murdoch Mystery” vibes… can’t explain exactly why but it just did & I’m not mad about it.)
As for the mystery itself, one of my hunches paid off, which makes me happy, but Jaime is one of the few writers I enjoy being stumped by, so it’s a win regardless! Also, I adore the subtle & yet realistic way she writes romance into her tales.
Yet beneath the chilling mystery and thrilling twists is a story about grief—learning to feel it & to move on… and learning to live again. “Life was waiting to be discovered from the ashes. It was time to stop burying herself and to live.”
And also about the danger & fragility of relying on spiritualism. Having questions doesn’t mean a lack of faith, it means we can take our questions and doubts and hurts to God.
“What need do we have of God if we can build our own bridges to eternity?”
A Jaime Jo Wright book always makes me think of autumn, shadows, cosy sweaters, chilly evenings by the fireplace, and basically all the autumn things… which I am more than ready for despite the current heatwave.
A note for sensitive readers: I found the “spookiness level” comparable to Wright’s other stories. But ya know, maybe don’t read in the dark… or at night… or home alone… or anything crazy like that. Not speaking from experience or anything, haha.
A marriage on the rocks. Murders unsolved. The atmosphere. The mystery. The crinkly chills I get up my spine. Yup. I am here for it. (Random aside, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the story was giving some “Murdoch Mystery” vibes… can’t explain exactly why but it just did & I’m not mad about it.)
As for the mystery itself, one of my hunches paid off, which makes me happy, but Jaime is one of the few writers I enjoy being stumped by, so it’s a win regardless! Also, I adore the subtle & yet realistic way she writes romance into her tales.
Yet beneath the chilling mystery and thrilling twists is a story about grief—learning to feel it & to move on… and learning to live again. “Life was waiting to be discovered from the ashes. It was time to stop burying herself and to live.”
And also about the danger & fragility of relying on spiritualism. Having questions doesn’t mean a lack of faith, it means we can take our questions and doubts and hurts to God.
“What need do we have of God if we can build our own bridges to eternity?”
A Jaime Jo Wright book always makes me think of autumn, shadows, cosy sweaters, chilly evenings by the fireplace, and basically all the autumn things… which I am more than ready for despite the current heatwave.
A note for sensitive readers: I found the “spookiness level” comparable to Wright’s other stories. But ya know, maybe don’t read in the dark… or at night… or home alone… or anything crazy like that. Not speaking from experience or anything, haha.