Kate Mosse, The Winter Ghosts

The Winter Ghosts (2012) is a charming little ghost story, perfect reading for a lonely winter's evening. It's short, just five cds in the version I listened to, so an easy read for a single night. It strikes me now that it would actually be a good story to tell out loud, in a condensed version of about 45 minutes or so. It begins in the south of France in 1933. The narrator is a young Englishman who has never gotten over the sorrow of losing his beloved elder brother at the Somme, and his constant habitation of the no man's land between life and death has made him receptive to the voices of ghosts from another, more ancient conflict. The story is just sad enough to be piquant without ruining the fun. It turned my long, dismal drive of yesterday into a great pleasure, and I recommend it for anyone else needing a little distraction.