I received this book from the author/agent for the purpose of this review. All comments and opinions are entirely my own.
Winna returns to her Colorado hometown to settle her father’s estate and sell his last residence, the grand Edwardian house built by her grandfather. She shares childhood memories with her married daughter as they clean and sort through both trash and treasure. Winna hopes to reconcile with her disinherited sister Chloe, and resumes relationships with her best friend and her high school boyfriend.
As the house gives up its secrets—a handwritten will, old love letters, an unfinished story in a notebook, and a diamond ring hidden among her childhood marbles—Winna calls into question everything she ever knew about her beloved grandmother. Then in the dark of night come footsteps on the stairs and numerous break-ins. Valuable art and jewelry go missing, her car’s brakes fail on a mountain road. Winna has an 80-year-old mystery to solve and needs to stay alive long enough to do it.
The House on Seventh Street is a special read that reveals two separate stories intwined with one another. Its mystery is subtle and creative, and the characters are very well made.
Though the synopsis is enticing and sure to grab the interest of any suspense and thriller fans, the actual story is considerably slow in actually getting to the mystery. Most of the whole first half of the book is just feel-good memories without any action and too many descriptive scenes about what something looked like. I know this sounds a bit harsh, but in all honesty I became extremely bored with the storyline to the point that I didn’t even finish it.
In addition to the book not living up to it’s synopsis; there were several mild cuss words and a few scenes were a young couple were making out in which it got decently detailed. Overall, I really wasn’t as impressed with The House on Seventh Street as I thought I’d be, and can only give it 2 out of 5 stars for not holding my attention and having content that I really didn’t care to read.