Love doesn’t die, people do . . .
At the edge of Chicago, nestled on the shores of Lake Michigan, there is a waystation for the dead. Every night, the newly-departed travel through the city to the Station, guided by its lighthouse. There, they reckon with their lives, before stepping aboard a boat to go beyond.
Nera has spent decades watching her father – the ferryman of the dead – sail across the lake, each night just like the last.
But tonight, something is wrong.
The Station's lighthouse has started to flicker out. The terrifying, ghostly Haunts have multiplied in the city. And now a person – a living person has found her way onto the boat.
Her name is Charlie. She followed a song. And she is searching for someone she lost.
From the author of The First Bright Thing, The Lighthouse at the Edge of the World is a moving and emotional story of magic, family and those who leave us alone - but who might not remain lost.
This one had such a beautiful and emotional concept, and I really wanted to love it more than I did. The idea of a lighthouse guiding the dead and a place where they come to terms with their lives before moving on? Genuinely haunting in the best way.
The writing itself felt very soft and poetic, and there were moments that hit hard emotionally, especially around grief and letting go. You can tell this story has a lot of heart behind it.
But for me, it didn’t fully connect the way I hoped. The pacing felt a little slow in places, and I found myself wanting a bit more depth or clarity with certain parts of the world and characters. It was interesting, just not something that completely pulled me in.
Overall, it’s a thoughtful and atmospheric read that will definitely work for the right reader, especially if you love quieter, more reflective fantasy.
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