<DIV><I>Every once in a blue moon, a masterful writer dives into gothic waters and emerges with a novel that</I>—<I>like Daphne du Maurier's </I>Rebecca<I>, Minette Walters's </I>The Breaker<I>, and Donna Tartt's </I>The Little Friend—<I>simultaneously celebrates and transcends the tradition. Welcome Margaret Leroy to the clan.</I></DIV><DIV> </DIV><DIV>What's the matter with Sylvie?</DIV><DIV> </DIV><DIV>Such a pretty girl. Four years old; well loved by her young mother, Grace. But there's something . . . off about the child. Her deathly fear of water; night terrors; most of all, her fixation with a photo of an Irish seaside town called Coldharbour.</DIV><DIV> </DIV><DIV><I>“Sylvie, tell me about your picture.  Why's it so special, sweetheart?”  My heart is racing, but I try to make my voice quite calm.</I></DIV><DIV> </DIV><DIV><I>“That's my seaside, Grace.”  Very matter-of-fact, as though this should be obvious.  “I lived there, Grace.  Before.”</I></DIV><DIV> </DIV><DIV>Haunted and haunting, <I>Yes, My Darling Daughter</I> is a wonderfully original, deliciously suspenseful mystery, "a haunting book and a tantalizing read" (<I>The Providence Journal</I>).</DIV>