Rating: 2 stars.
The only things haunting this story were my expectations, and even they gave up halfway through.
No, like PLEASE, tell me why the ghosts in this book had me more Interested than the actual main characters!? Like be so for real right now. Every time a ghost showed up, I was like “finally, some life in this story!”, which is actually wild considering they’re literally dead. The MCs, on the other hand, were as bland as unsalted crackers. I kept waiting for some spark, some growth, some reason to care, but nope. Nothing. Just page after page of dull dialogue and flat chemistry.
At one point, I caught myself zoning out and staring at my wall… and honestly? The wall was serving more tension and plot development than this book and I was really bored from the book. It’s such a shame, too, because the premise had so much potential, but the execution fell completely flat. If the ghosts had narrated the story instead, maybe we’d actually have something worth screaming about.
Collins Cartwright:
hear me out, like, on paper she sounds like the kind of main character I’d love, tattoos, that edgy vibe, a paranormal twist that should’ve made her pop off the page, but she never actually did. There was just… nothing beneath the surface. Every part of her identity seemed to orbit around the fact that she could see ghosts, and when that wasn’t happening, she felt completely hollow.
Oh my god, the way she treated her sister had me screaming. Like, girl, calm down, your sister didn’t ruin your life. Collins was so unnecessarily mean every time they talked, acting like she was the only one grieving or struggling. And the worst part? She always played the victim after. Be so for real, girl. It made her even harder to root for.
It’s frustrating because there was so much potential there. She could’ve been layered, struggling with the weight of her gift, trying to balance normal life with something supernatural, maybe even exploring what it means to be haunted in more ways than one. But instead, she was just “the girl who sees ghosts,” and that’s it. No real fears, no meaningful drive, no spark that made her feel human.
I kept waiting for some depth, some emotional anchor to make me care a confession, a breakdown, a moment of vulnerability, but it never came. It’s like the author sketched her outline perfectly and then forgot to colour her in. I wanted to root for her, I really did, but how can you connect with a character who never lets you in?
Brady Cooper:
I went in hoping Brady would at least bring something new or interesting to the story, maybe a bit of tension, some emotional depth, even just a spark of personality, but nope. He was just… there. Existing. A human background prop with abs.
It’s so disappointing because he had the setup to be compelling, the quiet, rugged type with some hidden baggage? That should’ve worked! But the execution? Completely flat. He had no layers, no real internal struggle that pulled me in. His whole personality could be summed up as “slightly awkward man who fixes furniture and looks good doing it.”
A love interest should add something vital to the story, not just fill the space next to the heroine. He was the narrative equivalent of background noise, technically there, but adding absolutely nothing to the experience.
So you're telling me that you’re terrified of ghosts, can’t even handle a flickering light, yet you decide to move in with someone who literally chats with them on a daily basis?? Make it make sense! It’s giving “plot convenience,” not logic.
I’d be running out the door, not falling in love.
── .✦➤ let’s start with the Insta love but make it slow burn:
Like… how is this supposed to be a slow burn or even a romance when we barely know the guy and she’s already catching him half-naked by chapter WHAT?? Instant “I can’t stop thinking about you” but with ZERO emotional build-up?? No thanks. Where is the longing? The tension? The accidental brush of hands that leaves us SCREAMING into the pillow??
Instead, it’s all just: sees him shirtless once, BOOM I’m in love.
LIKE PLEASEEEE 😩💀 Let me EARN the butterflies before you drop the whole “fated soulmates but make it flirty” vibe in my face.
And don’t even get me started on the romance. The connection between him and Collins felt like it came out of nowhere. There was zero emotional buildup, no slow tension, no moment that made me believe they saw each other beyond the surface. Just instant attraction with no real chemistry to back it up.
── .✦➤ the drama but making it childish:
and oh my god! The whole “I stopped taking photos because I can’t hear ghosts anymore” line had me blinking at the page like… what? That’s your grand emotional arc? Girl, you didn’t lose your eyesight or your hands, you just can’t hear spooky whispers anymore, pick up the damn camera and move on!
It honestly made her feel so immature. Instead of coming off as this tortured, complex artist with a deep emotional block, she just sounded dramatic for the sake of it. Like, babes, not everything needs to be a metaphor for your ghost issues. You’re telling me your entire passion for photography was that tied to the paranormal? Be serious.
And the worst part? The book wanted me to feel bad for her, like it was this heart-wrenching tragedy. Meanwhile, I’m sitting there thinking, “Okay, but what does this have to do with literally anything?” It was such a weird, shallow choice for what could’ve been a powerful moment of grief or rediscovery. Instead, it made her seem detached from reality, and honestly, I felt more emotionally grounded than she did. Girl, get it together.
── .✦➤ the title is wrong but it's fine..I guess:
Let’s be honest, what even was that title supposed to mean?? Because by the time I finished the book, I was convinced it should’ve been called “Drama and Ghosts” or maybe even “Absolutely No Romance, Just Vibes.” The title promised something deep or symbolic, but the story delivered… endless emotional chaos, ghostly side plots that made zero sense, and characters who couldn’t decide whether they were grieving, flirting, or ghost-hunting. It’s like the book couldn’t pick a lane, half paranormal nonsense, half awkward small-town drama, and zero payoff.
I went into this one so sure I’d love it, especially since her Rebel Blue Ranch series completely stole my heart, but wow… this was such a letdown. I kept waiting for that spark, that emotional punch her books usually have, but it just never came. Everything felt flat, the story, the characters, the romance, like it was missing the soul that made her other work so special and maybe that’s the real meaning behind the title, she’s still searching for her soul because it definitely didn’t make it into this book.
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༉‧₊🕯️🖤❀༉ The way this book has been sitting on my TBR, just waving at me from the shelf like, “Read me bestie, I’m literally perfect”, and I just kept ignoring it like the clown I am!
BUT FINALLY!! The moment has come. The stars aligned. The vibes are right. And that COVER??? BABE. It’s giving “pick me up and ruin your life in the best way possible.” Like??? I cannot resist a cover that looks that stunning. It’s practically begging for a photo shoot and a dramatic reading session with hot cocoa and a playlist in the back.😌✨
I’m so ready to dive in, fall in love, spiral emotionally, and then come back here to scream about it together. Let the reading chaos begin!
P.S. I am just hyping myself cause I saw everyone hating this book, and me trying to be brave and generous.