I didnt fet along with this book. I found that it just wasnt for me

This isn't the kind of book one comes across very often.

With your female protagonist dead at the beginning and quickly realising this fact combined with her ghostly self awareness makes for what would be a depressing story, right? Wrong.

With mystery surrounding Rosie Potter's death and fingers being pointed at her boyfriend it is up to our friendly spectre to solve the mystery of how she died and whodunnit.

Rosie investigated by visiting friends and family but soon becomes lonely. No one is listening to her. No one is acknowledging her. As one would expect. I mean, she's a ghost - it's not like anyone can see or hear her.

Ha.....

Enter long time friend of the family, Charlie. He can see and hear her. It took him some time to come to terms with this.

What happens next is one hell of ride as Detective Wannabe, Rosie, stalks friends and family; uncovers sneaky and potentially devastating secrets; embarrassingly discovers how she died; spooks her boyfriend and realises who she truly loved all along.

Not bad for someone who died recently and was caught wearing her most disgusting pyjamas, eh?

Kate Winter has broached a subject not considered "normal" by chick-lit standards. And she has carried it off marvellously. I was in the story, right alongside Rosie. I laughed, I cried, I sighed in relief and felt angered by the circumstances she found herself in. And damn if I didn't swoon at the love story which unfolded as the book progressed.

4 out of 5 stars.