House of Glass by Susan Fletcher A beautiful, contemplative, and touching novel about what it means to be whole
June 1914 and a young woman – Clara Waterfield – is summoned to a large stone house in Gloucestershire. Her task: to fill a greenhouse with exotic plants from Kew Gardens, to create a private paradise for the owner of Shadowbrook. Yet, on arrival, Clara hears rumours: something is wrong with this quiet, wisteria-covered house. Its gardens are filled with foxgloves, hydrangea, and roses; it has lily-ponds, a croquet lawn – and the marvellous new glasshouse awaits her. But the house itself feels unloved. Its rooms are shuttered, or empty. The owner is mostly absent; the housekeeper seems afraid. And soon, Clara understands her fear: for something – or someone – is walking through the house at night. In the height of summer, she finds herself drawn deeper into Shadowbrook’s dark interior – and into the secrets that violently haunt this house. Nothing is quite what it seems.
Reminiscent of Daphne du Maurier, this is a wonderful, atmospheric Gothic page-turner.
A deeply absorbing, unputdownable ghost story that’s also a love story; for readers who love Sarah Waters’s The Little Stranger; Frances Hodges Burnett’s The Secret Garden; Margaret Atwood’s Alias Grace; Jane Harris’s The Observations.

Susan Fletcher took her inspiration from the gardens and grounds of Hidcote House, spending time in their archives and library, at different times of the year. One of the country’s great gardens, Hidcote is an Arts and Crafts masterpiece in the north Cotswolds, a stone’s throw from Stratford-upon-Avon. Created by the horticulturist, Major Lawrence Johnston. The garden is divided into a series of ‘outdoor rooms’, each with its own character. The formality of the ‘rooms’ fades away as you move through the garden away from the house.
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About the author:
Susan Fletcher was born in 1979 in Birmingham. She is the author of the bestselling ‘Eve Green’ winner of the Whitbread First Novel Award, ‘Oystercatchers’ and ‘Witch Light’.
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My review:
Thanks to NetGalley and to Virago Books for providing me an ARC copy of this book. I was later contacted by Kimberley Nyamhondera suggesting I take part in the blog tour for the launch of the book, and as I knew the author I immediately agreed.
I had read and reviewed another one of Susan Fletcher’s books (Let Me Tell You About a Man I Knew, you can read my review here) a couple of years ago and loved it. When I checked my review, to remind myself what I had thought about it in more detail, I realised I could use almost word by word the same title for my review, although the subject of the novel is quite different. “A beautiful, contemplative, and touching novel.” Yes, this definitely applies to House of Glass as well. This time the story is set in the UK right before the breaking of the First World War, and in fact, there are rumours spreading about its likelihood already when the novel starts. It is a fascinating time, and the life of the protagonist, Clara Waterfield, is deeply affected by the historical period she has to live in, from her birth in very late Victorian times, to what would be a very changed world after the Great War, with the social upheaval, the rapid spread of industrialization, the changing role of women, and the all-too-brief peace.
Clara, who tells the story in the first person, is a great creation, who becomes dearer and dearer to us as we read the book. This is not a novel about a protagonist who is fully-formed, recognisable and unchanging, and runs across the pages from one action scene to the next hardly pausing to take a breather. Clara reflects upon her past (although she is very young, she has suffered greatly, but not lived much), her condition (she suffers from osteogenesis imperfecta, brittle bones, and that meant that she was kept indoors and not exposed to the risks and dangers of the outside world, the London streets in her case throughout her childhood), her family, and life experiences or her lack of them. No matter what she looks like, her short stature, her difficulty walking, her limitations in physical activity, this is a determined woman, make no mistake. She has learned most of what she knows through books (non-fiction mostly, although she enjoyed the Indian tales her mother used to read her), she has experienced not only pain, but other kinds of loses, and there are secrets and mysteries surrounding her, but despite all that, she is all practical and logical when we meet her. Her lack of exposure to the real world makes her a fascinating narrator, one who looks at everything with the eyes of a new-born or an alien suddenly landed in our society, who might have theoretical knowledge but knows nothing of how things truly work, while her personality, determined and stubborn, and her enquiring nature make her perfect to probe into the mystery at the heart of Shadowbrook.
Readers might not find Clara particularly warm and engaging to begin with (despite the sympathy they might feel for her suffering, something she would hate), as she dispenses with the niceties of the period, is headstrong and can be seen as rude and unsympathetic. At some point, I wondered if there might have been more to her peculiar personality than the way she was brought up (she can be obsessive with the things she likes, as proven by her continuous visits to Kew Gardens once she discovers them, and her lack of understanding of social mores and her difficulty in reading people’s motivations and feelings seemed extreme), but she quickly adapts to the new environment, she thrives on change and challenges, she shows a great, if somewhat twisted, sense of humour at times, and she evolves and grows into her own self during the novel, so please, readers, stick with the book even if you don’t connect with her straightaway or find her weird and annoying at times. It will be worth your while.
Her point of view might be peculiar, but Clara is a great observer of people and of the natural world. She loves her work and she is careful and meticulous, feeling an affinity for the exotic plants of the glass house, that, like her until recently, also have to live enclosed in an artificial environment for their own safety. That is partly what enhances their beauty and their rarity in our eyes. By contrast, Clara knows that she is seen as weird, lacking, less-able, and hates it. She is a deep thinker and reflects upon what she sees, other people’s behaviours, she imagines what others might be talking about, and dreams of her dead mother and soon also of the mystery behind the strange happenings at the house.
The novel has been described as gothic, and that is a very apt description, even though it is not always dark and claustrophobic. There are plenty of scenes that take place in the garden, in the fields, and in the open air, but we do have the required strange happenings, creaks and noises, scratches on doors, objects and flowers behaving in unpredictable fashion, previous owners of the house with a troublesome and tragic past, a mysterious current owner who hides something, violence, murder, and plenty of rumours. We have a priest who is conflicted by something, a loyal gardener who knows more than he says, a neighbouring farmer who has plenty of skeletons in his closet, and a housekeeper who can’t sleep and is terrified. But there is much more to the novel than the usual tropes we have come to expect and love in the genre. There is social commentary; there are issues of diversity and physical disability, discussions about religious belief and spirituality, and also about mental health, women’s rights, and the destructive nature of rumours and gossip, and some others that I won’t go into to avoid spoilers.
I don’t want to give anything away, and although the story moves at a steady and contemplative pace, this in no way makes it less gripping. If anything, the beauty of the language and the slow build up work in its favour, giving us a chance to get fully immersed in the mood and the atmosphere of the place.
I marked a lot of passages, and I don’t think any of them make it full justice, but I’ve decided to share some, nonetheless:
She’d also said that there was no human perfection; that if the flaw could not be seen physically, then the person carried it inside them, which made it far worse, and I’d believed this part, at least.
For my mother had never spoken well of the Church. Patrick had said nothing at all of it. And my own understanding had been that imperfect bodies were forms of godly punishment; that imperfect meant I was worth less somehow. I’d disliked this notion intensely. Also, I was not a spare rib.
I could not taste fruit from studying a sketch of it, cut in half. What use was only reading of acts and not doing them? Knowing the route of the Ganges was not the same as standing in it.
The ending… We find the solution to the mystery, (which I enjoyed, and at the time I wondered why the book did not finish at that point) but the novel does not end there, and we get to hear what happened in the aftermath of the story. And yes, although at first, I wasn’t sure that part was necessary, by the end of the book proper I was crying and felt as if I was leaving a close friend in Clara, one that I was convinced would go on to lead a happy life.
Another fantastic novel by Susan Fletcher, one I recommend to fans of gothic novels, of Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca and her other novels, of Sarah Waters’ The Little Stranger, and of inspiringly gorgeous writing. I do not recommend it to readers who prefer an action-laden plot with little space for thought or reflexion, although why not check a sample of the book and see for yourselves? I must catch up on the rest of the author’s novels and I hope there will be many more to come.
Thanks to NetGalley, to Virago, and to the author for the book, thanks to all of you for reading, and if you’ve enjoyed it, please give it a like, share, comment, clik, review, and remember to keep smiling and reading!
Thanks for the recommendation. Sounds excellent <3
Thanks, Christoph. It is! Happy Saturday!
At first I thought greenhouses and ghosts might not be for me. But I was captivated by your examples of the writing.
When I read ‘Knowing the route of the Ganges was not the same as standing in it’.
I could hear myself saying much the same thing, when telling someone about Samarkand. I had just returned from a trip that included a stay there, and they told me they had seen photos of the city, so knew about The Registan. I said “So had I, but they were not the same as standing in front of it”.
You know what else I am going to say of course. This would make a great film! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
Thanks, Pete. Your trip must have been quite an experience. I have read a fair amount about the area, but I am sure it is not comparable to living it first-hand (and, of course, each person’s experience is different to anybody else’s). I think you would enjoy this one. I know you don’t go for just the usual fiction tales, and this is pretty special. And, I totally agree. In the right hands, this would make a beautiful film! (Clara would be difficult to cast, but it would be a fabulous part for an actress. She evolves so much during the book it would be challenging but satisfying). One of my favourite reads of the year, and there isn’t a lot left of it! Have a great weekend!
You do write the most amazing reviews, Olga. This book sounds fascinating and I have developed an affinity for the main character just from reading this review.
Thanks, Robbie. This novel was a joy to read and review. Clara is one of my favourite characters in recent times. I am sure you’ll love her too. Have a great weekend!
Hi Olga. Thanks so much for all this. Novels described as “contemplative, and touching” would cause me to run for the door, not the cash register. However, you’ve made this one sound very appealing. Best to Susan.
Hugs all around.
Thanks, Teagan. Sometimes it is good to have a break from the usual and read something a bit different, although it’s a matter of taste, of course. Considering your interest in plants and nature I think you might enjoy it, but I know you have your hands full at the moment. Good luck and have a good weekend!
Yes… I really need to find more energy (or at least more caffeine) and accomplish more than I have.
I hope all is well with you. I’ll be playing catch-up at work today, but will send you an email soon. Hugs on the wing.
Thanks, Teagan. I think we all could do with a bit of a break. I’m planning on having a bit of time off from the computer (a day or two) now that the course I was teaching is finished (although the next one is due to start soon). All the best. ♥
Wow, fab review Olga. I’m definitely bookmarking this one. Thanks. 🙂 x
Thanks, Debby. I don’t re-read many of my books, but I think I will this one. Have a fabulous new week. ♥
Thanks Olga. Happy week ahead to you too <3
This one sounds like a beautiful novel to lose myself in. Thank you for such a thoughtful review 🙂
Thanks, Stephanie. It is, indeed. I hope you enjoy it. Have a good week.
Thank you for another wonderful review, Olga! I always rely upon your advice, and always love the books 🙂
Thanks, Inese. I know you love nature and I think you’ll enjoy this book. Have a lovely weekend. 🙂
Thank you Olga! I have already saved a few books in my cart 🙂
Mine is overflowing! I’m pleased you enjoy my suggestions. Thanks and happy reading (and picture taking!) ♥
Thank you Olga!
I feel like your last paragraph – about Rebecca, and action-laden plots – is a perfect “stay away” for me and this book LOL. I’m reading Rebecca right now and it is not going well 🙂
Thanks, Lilyn. I’m sorry to hear that. I love Rebecca, but to each… If we all liked the same books writers would have a very boring life. Sometimes it’s a matter of finding the right moment for a book, and I hope it doesn’t drag too much. Keep smiling!