The Book of Threnodies: Spec-fic

A thrill went through her as she saw "The Book of Threnodies" lying on the jumble table of the thriftshop. She pounced, sweeping it into her basket along with a dusty vase that rattled ominously as if it were about to break and a tablecloth embroidered in faded roses. "Three from the jumble!" she announced cheerfully, holding her basket up so that May could see what was inside--without actually seeing what was inside. If May saw the banned book, she was just conscientious enough to turn it in to the village censor. But what May didn't know didn't hurt her, Samantha resolved. And she wanted this book. She had felt a hole in heart her ever since granddad had died--

Inspiration: thriftshop, thrill, threnody
Story Potential: Medium-high
Notes: MS spellchecker didn't have "thriftshop" in it. Scandalous, purely scandalous. Something about the ceremonies of death is considered to be deeply shameful in this nice English village that seems to be stuck in time.