This is first in our new series introducing writer-teachers who you’ll enjoy reading and learning from.
Recently I was in the bathroom, shaving, squinting through the steam, when I heard four distinct low-level knocks on the door. I sharply turned to glare at the doorknob. I was freaked out because, one, my kids unfailingly never knock on the bathroom door. They barge. And two, they weren’t home. Were short little ghosts knocking on the door?
Before I had read Amy Shearn’s , her third novel, a genre-bending ghost story scaffolded by equal parts of historical fiction and contemporary literary fiction, I doubt I would have noticed the four spooky knocks. This is
