The Perfect Ghost is a perfect example of when I should just give up on reading a book. Call it quits. Kaput. Finis.
For me, this was awkwardly written, poorly characterized, and forgettable. Barnes’ book seemed so convoluted that I’m not sure the author herself saw the ending coming. Em, the main character, is billed as agoraphobic, but is only written as mildly socially anxious, having no problem leaving the house or going into public without needing anything but a little pep-talk. When the main character’s main obstacle is completely whitewashed, it seems to me we have a fundamental problem.
The remainder is a fairly formulaic romance/mystery, with very little direction and a whole lot of stagnation in the middle. Regardless of how it was billed, I didn’t find it to be a stunning breakout novel. I really had to struggle through it, and I wish I’d just given up.
A virginal-awakening-style sex romp and several f-bombs at the end. 1 star.