I was curious about what Miller could do on her own. I may have to look for her others. The opening was charming - very reminiscent of those slightly old fashioned romantic suspense novels:
A young woman travels alone on a dark and stormy night and reaches her destination, her grandmother's mysterious house, to find no one there.
She takes up running the family carousel (which doubles as a prison for bad entities from the other "worlds." And, of course, she searches for clues to Gran's disappearance. Finally goes to consult with an old friend of her grandmother. It does seem slightly odd that she must meet her in the middle of the night on the beach - but the other shoe drops when the woman wraps her sealskin rug around herself and dives into the water, surfacing out to sea as a seal. I guess the Maine coast is as good a place for a selkie as anywhere else. From there on little remains of the commonplace view of the Maine coast.
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