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Windham-Farnswood Academy is beautiful, prestigious, historic--the perfect place for girls to prep for college. But every student knows all is not as it seems. Each January, the Winter Girl comes knocking. She's the spirit who haunts the old senior dorm, and this year is no exception. For Haley, the timing couldn't be worse. This month marks the one-year anniversary of the death of her ex-best friend, Taylor. When a disturbing video of Taylor surfaces, new questions about her death emerge. And it actually looks like Taylor was murdered.Now, as Haley digs into what really happened last year, her search keeps bringing her back to the Winter Girl. Haley wants to believe ghosts aren't real, but the clues--and the dark school history she begins to undercover--say otherwise.
About the Author
I haven't had a terribly interesting life, so I won't share too many details. But the highlights include:* When I was a preschooler and a kindergartner, I had a lazy eye and I was Connecticut's "Miss Prevent Blindness," appearing on pamphlets and television urging parents to get their kids' eyes checked. I wore an eye patch and clutched a blonde doll wearing a similar patch. I imagine it was all rather maudlin, but at the time I wouldn't have known that word. * I wrote my first novel when I was in fifth grade. It was over a hundred pages and took me the whole school year to write. (It was about five girls at a summer camp. I'd never been to a summer camp, but had always wanted to attend one. ) When I was all finished, I turned back to the first page, eager to read it all from the beginning. I was horrified at how bad it was. * At age thirteen, I got to go to a real sleepaway camp. It was nothing like the book I had written. * I studied philosophy in college. So did my husband. We met in a Hegel class, which is awfully romantic. * I worked as an editorial assistant at Merriam-Webster from 1998-2002, and got to help write definitions for their dictionaries. * My husband and I served in the Peace Corps together, working in rural South Africa. I miss Losasaneng, miss many of the people we met there, and dream about it often.* I am now working on my third novel. It is tentatively titled Just Someone I Used to Know, named after and old song Porter Wagoner and Dolly Parton used to sing together.
