I picked up 'The Inbetween' after a rough patch in my own life, and the central theme of transition hit me like a freight train. It’s not just about the protagonist moving to a new town; it’s this constant, uneasy feeling of being stuck in the airport lounge of life, where the past hasn't quite let go and the future feels hazy. The author uses these liminal spaces literally – empty school hallways at dusk, the quiet of a motel room between check-out and the next guest – to mirror the character's internal state. It’s that suspended animation you feel after a big change, where you're waiting for the new normal to solidify, and the book captures that ache perfectly.
What I found really clever was how the supernatural element, those glimpses of other times or echoes of past residents in the old house, aren't just for spooks. They serve as metaphors for emotional baggage and the ghosts of who we used to be that we carry through transitions. The protagonist isn't just dealing with a new school; they're negotiating with their own history, deciding what to pack for the journey forward and what to leave in that metaphysical attic. It made my own transitions feel less lonely, more like a shared human condition.