So here's the thing: I never read a Ruby Jean Jensen novel before. I picked this up on a holiday and the synopsis grabbed me, so I grabbed the book. The premise is all spelled out on the back: In 1865, a strange cult is killed and buried in a mass grave. The lone survivor plants a sycamore sapling over it and issues a warning that the tree must never be allowed to die or be removed, or they will return. In 1995, the tree is removed and the warning proves accurate.
I'm used to suspense. I'm used to feeling mildly creeped out in that fun way that you experience when watching old wolfman movies at night. What I'm not used to is having the bejeezus scared out of me. Stupidly, I finished this book at 2:30 a.m., in a quiet house, with nobody around. I then kept the lights on for another two hours while I tried to find funny things to read in order to get myself to be able to sleep.
The characters are fairly well developed - especially Holly, and the plot was a new one on me, which was refreshing. Lots of twists and unexpected diversions; this is also a change of pace. It's nice not to know what's coming from 50 pages away. I am a lightweight when it comes to being scared, however, and this scared the socks off of me. If you are a horror maven, who has seen it all, it is probably pretty mild stuff. For me, however, oy. That's not to say that I don't want to read more. I just know that from now on, I'll be doing my Ruby Jean Jensen reading in the daytime.