Ligeia

No amount of opium evenings, enchanted musings about Egypt, or rich mahogany ottomans compare with the perfect loveliness of Ligeia.

There's something amiss about her immense beauty, something not quite right that can't be identified or expressed in words.

The living dead perhaps?

What's refreshing is the straightforward events compared to other abstract EAP stories, often meandering and overly abstract, Ligeia reading like a quirky chapter from D.H. Lawrence or maybe an outtake from Northanger Abbey.

Best of all a sense of hope I rarely expect from EAP always obsessed with death, but here a ray of spiritual sunlight that life's desires continue beyond the grave, perhaps more vivacious than before.

Not so macabre this time round and maybe with a bit of unexpected hope and love.