I really wanted to love this book, especially based upon all the glowing reviews, as well as the topic matter, which is of interest to me. But I struggled just to get through the first three chapters. The author's writing style is somewhat incongruous at best. She is attempting to write a non-fiction novel about a fairly serious and (hopefully) scientific subject, yet she throws in so many uneccessary, distracting metaphors and similes, and gratuitous verbiage, that it reads like a second rate romantic fiction novel. In between talk of clairvoyance, seances and table tapping, you get this: "Janice had soft, feathered hair that smelled like it had just been shampooed", "a dab of makeup here and there with just a bit of shimmer to it, a spritz of perfume", "she flicked her fingers like dropping rain", "a low breeze brushed my cheek then swept Arlene's short silver hair over her left eyebrow", and this doozey, "Her hair was the color of sterling, and streaked with natural blond and caramel that cascaded down her back, barely reaching her bum." And this entire waste of a paragraph: "Steve, a man of few words, sneezed. We blessed him as he brushed the thighs of his denim jeans, stood up from his chair, and went into the kitchen. Angel yipped." Really??? There are countless more, but there's no point in going on. Among other transgressions, the author is obsessed with hair color. You get the picture.
This style of writing is hackneyed and cliche. Shame on the editor for not being more liberal with the red pen! And I personally feel cheated, because while there is definitely some compelling storytelling in here about the history and events surrounding Camp Etna and the onset of spiritualism, it wasn't enough to overcome the book's shortfalls. I was so put off that I put it down.