I Am Half-Sick of Shadows (Flavia de Luce, #4)

by Alan Bradley

That was the way with ghosts, though: They appeared at the strangest of times in the most peculiar places.

There were times when I felt as if I were standing astride a cold ocean—one foot in the New World and one foot in the Old. As they drifted relentlessly apart, I was in danger of being torn up the middle.