There are good bones here, but the story needed some editing and tightening up. I think we could have knocked a hundred pages or so as well and maybe I wouldn't have been racing to finish, knowing it probably wasn't going to be satisfied.
The Cloisters is about a young woman from Walla Walla, Washington (the town so nice, they named it twice!) who goes east to NYC for a summer to study art. Her initial assignment falls through and she ends up working in an outpost called the Cloisters, where things are almost as creepy as the name sounds like it would be.
There's a love triangle, a super rich lady, some mystery, tarot cards? All of it is fine and sets up a potentially good story, but the lack of editing and the over emphasis on small details that didn't matter just really slowed the flow for me.
Was there a twist? Yes. A couple. And because there was more than one, none of them were intriguing enough to go over with anything more than a sigh.
It had promise, but it never quite hit.
