I enjoyed this story of the development of a young French woman from 'comeliness' to 'siren-like beauty' as told by five different female characters, but was disappointed when the ending came all too suddenly.
Could I ever return to the house in Blessedtot? I don't think I have the courage to try. The nightmares warned me to stay away. Dreams of a ghost who haunted me and wished to punish me for what I had done. A ghost who loitered speechlessly at the tight, twisting turn of the steep stairs. I thought she was drowned and gone for ever but she kept drifting back, that body washed onto the beach like a piece of driftwood or a dead starfish, flotsam and jetsam tossed up by the receding tide.