For the seventh book in the challenge, I read What’s a Ghoul to Do, by Victoria Laurie and the first book in the Ghost Hunter series. I’ve read a few books from her Abby Cooper, Psychic Eye series, and enjoyed those enough to pick up another in that same vein.
I ended up giving this book only three out of five stars. I wasn’t really pulled into the book very much until they got to the haunted house and into the meat of the investigation, at which point I was interested. The first part of the book focuses almost entirely on the thrown-together romantic relationship and because it’s in first-person POV, that means a lot of self-nagging and throwing shade and exposition about how nobody really wants M.J. because she’s bad at relating to men, or keeping them, or won’t give them a chance. I’m losing interest in the emotionally constipated characters who suddenly find meaning again in the arms of this specific other half of their soul wrapped in chiseled abs/cheekbones and flowing hair and inexplicable wealth and a snazzy sports car–why always the sports car?–such that they finally realize their destiny of getting married and baby-making. Not that this is how it ends all the time, but it plays to that cliché so often that I’m starting to yawn and fantasize about a heroine who saves the day and has a hot companion but who decides he (or she) is really kind of a drag and it’s a positive decision, not a heart-wrenchingly self-sacrificing one that sets the stage for their eventual boning in the next book. Am I out of line here?
Also, “Dr. Sable?” “Gilley Gillespie”? …really, with the names?
I am clearly a cranky old woman and shall go take my Geritol and lie down before my early bird special down at the local diner. Get off my damn lawn.