I believe this was the only book I hadn't read of Clement-Moore's, and it was worth the wait.
Sylvie can't believe her life's ambition is over--a severly broken leg means she'll never dance again. Life might as well be over too as her mom and new step-dad ship her off to stay in Alabama while they're on their honeymoon. Convinced she's having a spychotic break, they want someone to watch her all the time.
Can Sylvie help the fact she can see ghosts? As she settles into life at Bluestone Hill, the strange occurrences keep happening, convincing her that maybe she is crazy. A baby's wail at night, the cold pockets on the landing, and a blur of clothing out of the corner of her eye convince her something is happening. When the rivers rise and threaten to flood the town, she may be the only one to stop the supernatural catastrophe behind it all.
Once again, Clement-Moore creates a world of magic and wonder. I was reminded of Marion Zimmer-Bradley's work while I was reading this. A definite pageturner.