This had all the elements of a perfect read for me: historical horror, the arctic, a menacing ghost, a haunted shipwreck, mysterious disappearances, the whole kit and caboodle. I also really enjoyed the author’s prior book, The Ghost Woods. But as much as I wanted to love it, I didn’t. For me, there was too much spent of the book spent on repetitive SA, and I also am not keen on descriptions of self harm. The actual haunting took a backseat to the trauma, and while I get that that was the author’s intention (as stated in her afterword), it was all a bit too much of one, and not enough of the other, for me.