The Obituary Society by Jessica L. Randall Book Review

The Obituary Society by Jessica L. Randall is a paranormal novel and the first book in the Obituary Society series.

Lila Moore’s grandfather has passed away leaving her his house in Auburn. She moves into the small town to take care of his estate and is welcomed with open arms by her aunt Ada, her friend Gladys and some other locals like Max, Gladys’ grandson, his daughter Juniper; Asher, a handsome lawyer who helps Lila with her grandfather’s inheritance.

As Lila begins to remodel the house she starts to uncover leaky pipes, the nostalgia of the life her family lead there, and chillingly also the remains of a dark secret whose impact is still being felt.

As she works to uncover what has been hidden in the house, and why she is warned against the pond in the backyard, Lila begins to experience some unexplainable events that seemingly indicate that the house doesn’t want her there.

The book is full of quirky characters and a cosy, warm small-town feel, but it is not straight-up warm fuzzy fiction, it does have moments of suspense and darkness.

You will enjoy this if you like books that have:

  • Small towns
  • Quirky side characters
  • Romance
  • A spooky twist






Excerpt from The Obituary Society by Jessica L. Randall

An old house is alive with ghosts. Each person that lived there made some kind of mark; if not in the choice of paint or cabinetry, then in a ding in the wall, a faucet with the handles installed backward, or a name carved out in the wallpaper behind the bed in secret. In some way, each voice that wandered its rooms whispers, “I was here.”

The house had been locked up since grandfather left. He didn’t want it rented out or sold to someone who wasn’t family, and Ada was the only family member who seemed to want to live in Auburn. The windows had been boarded over, creating narrow shafts of light swimming with dust motes. When Grandfather left, he hadn’t done a very thorough job of clearing the place out, which was strange, considering how clean and fastidious he’d been in all the time she knew him. Most of the furniture had been left behind, although someone had taken the time to throw sheets over the sofa and chairs. The effect was eerie, like the Barbie Dream House gone terribly wrong.

Lila entered the kitchen, bracing herself for what she might find there, but fortunately it had been completely cleared out. An empty tin of Ajax and a shriveled-up sponge had been left behind. Several of the cupboard doors hung open and the fridge was slightly out of place.

She paused and pulled a newspaper clipping from her purse. Ada had offered to write up Grandpa Isaac’s obituary. Then she’d gotten hold of an extra paper and cut the segment out for Lila. Lila looked around for a magnet, and finding none, pulled a bit of gum from her mouth and stuck the obituary to the fridge. She admired her handiwork, laughing at herself. Somehow it felt right.

Isaac Grant Moore, Oct. 23, 1941-June 15, 2014. Isaac was born to Phillip and Elaine Moore in Auburn, Nebraska. Isaac farmed in Auburn for many years, living with his wife Phoebe and son Nicholas in the beloved pink house built by his father. He moved to Rock Springs, WY, in 1994, but his heart was always here. He was a lover of lemonade and music and books, was devoted to Phoebe, a defender from errant fowl, a laugher, a keeper of secrets. He is survived by his sister, Ada, and his granddaughter, Lila. There will be a simple funeral service at the cemetery on June 20 at 9 am.