Falling in love is never simple. Especially when you’re dead.
When Rosie Potter wakes up one morning with what she assumes is the world’s worst hangover, the last thing she expects is to discover that she’s actually dead. With a frustrating case of amnesia, suspicious circumstances surrounding her untimely demise, and stuck wearing her ugliest flannel PJs, Rosie must figure out not only what happened last night, but why on earth she’s still here.
Slowly the mystery unravels, but there are many other secrets buried in the quiet Irish village of Ballycarragh, and nobody is as innocent as they first appear. Aided by the unlikeliest of allies in her investigation, Rosie discovers that life after death isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, particularly when you might just be falling in love . . .
In this hilarious, life-affirming and romantic journey through Rosie Potter’s afterlife, she shares the ghostly tale of how she lived, she died, and she loved (in that order).
I loved this book. LOVED it.
It’s a really different twist on chick lit, and would normally seem a bit dark and sinister, but this book was absolutely bloody hilarious. I laughed out loud, and it was simply a truly warm and funny book.
Rosie was sweet and likeable, and I thought the rules Kate created around her being a ghost were simple but well thought out and worked well. Then she throws in a pretty dreamy guy, and it’s got practically all my favourite things I love in a book!
I really didn’t know where she was heading with the ending, but when I got there it was absolutely lovely, and finished it off beautifully. I may – just may – have even got a little bit welled up and one bit. Just a little. It was lovely.
I totally recommend this book for a bit of light reading, and wouldn’t be surprised if you gobbled it up in one session like I did.