Reviews for books like Amber House are always tricky. On the one hand it had some fantastic elements. The characters were interesting. There was just enough creepy to keep me spooked but not so much as to make me hide under the bed. There was mystery, romance, and real tension. Then why did Amber House sit on my bedside table for weeks? It wasn't until about fifty pages from the end that I could not have comfortably put it down. It was overly dense and difficult for the subject matter it was trying to portray. I think in many ways this was due to lack of forshadowing. There was plenty of interesting stuff coming up but because Moore et all didn't give me hints I didn't have the motivation to keep going. However that last fifty pages..... let's just say I'm getting my hands on the sequel as fast as possible!