I so wanted to like this novel. I love most of Piccirilli's books; I think that I've given him more five star ratings than any other author. When he hits his groove, he just blows me away! I was truly hoping for something good to great. Reality, though, was totally different. I'm going to ignore the half dozen times I started the book and then put it down for a month or two. Life might have been interfering. Once I got started though, I just could not really get into or care about any of the characters. I couldn't even rely on the story to get me through. It was too slow moving and seemed to walk in place a lot. Plus it got confusing on more than one point; I couldn't tell if the main character was remembering the past, interacting with ghosts, walking through a dimensional door or whatever. Now, it wasn't all bad. Piccirilli still invoked some beautiful imagery and shiny moments. I would become involved in the novel and get excited about something about to happen. Then the point of view would shift and I lost all interest again. Here's to hoping that the next book by him I read is better. ( )