Second Glance

Second Glance by Jodi Picoult When odd supernatural events
plague the town of Comtosook a ghost hunter is hired by
the developer to help convince the residents that theres
nothing spiritual about the property. An intricate tale of
love haunting memories and renewal. (An interview about
the book is included below the reading guide). Sometimes I
wonder….Can a ghost find you if she wants to? An
intricate tale of love haunting memories and renewal
Second Glance begins in current-day Vermont where an old
man puts a piece of land up for sale and unintentionally
raises protest from the local Abenaki Indian tribe who
insist its a burial ground. When odd supernatural events
plague the town of Comtosook a ghost hunter is hired by
the developer to help convince the residents that theres
nothing spiritual about the property. Enter Ross Wakeman a
suicidal drifter who has put himself in mortal danger time
and again. Hes driven his car off a bridge into a lake.
Hes been mugged in New York City and struck by lightning
in a calm country field. Yet despite his best efforts life
clings to him and pulls him ever deeper into the empty
existence he cannot bear since his fianc?es death in a car
crash eight years ago. Ross now lives only for the moment
he might once again encounter the woman he loves. But in
Comtosook the only discovery Ross can lay claim to is that
of Lia Beaumont a skittish mysterious woman who like Ross
is on a search for something beyond the boundary
separating life and death. Thus begins Jodi Picoults
enthralling and ultimately astonishing story of love fate
and a crime of passion. Hailed by critics as a master
storyteller (Washington Post) Picoult once again pushes
herself and consequently the reader to think about the
unthinkable (Denver Post). Second Glance her eeriest and
most engrossing work yet delves into a virtually unknown
chapter of American history — Vermonts eugenics project
of the 1920s and 30s — to provide a compelling study of
the things that come back to haunt us — literally and
figuratively. Do we love across time or in spite of it?