@ProlificWorks Read of the Month

Hereafter by Terri Bruce

Genre: Paranormal

Audience: Anyone who likes ghost stories

Reader Rating: 4 STARS

After a night of drunkenness with friends and an inevitable death by car crash, 30 something Irene Dunphy finds herself stranded on earth as a ghost. She’s stuck in an earthly version of limbo with no idea of how to avoid final judgement and the only person able to see and communicate with her is a 14 year old boy fixated on the afterlife.

I loved the concept of this book. The central character wanders from place to place as she tries to figure out what has happened to her and more importantly, what will happen to her next. She is forced to rely on the resources of a teenage boy whose motives and movements she cannot quite fathom.

Both Irene and the reader are kept wondering about what will happen next. The writing style is relaxed and the characters well drawn. Even though Irene appears to have been living loose and hard when she was alive, we can’t help but worry for what her afterlife will bring. Her teenage sidekick is equally interesting and Bruce leaves us wanting to know more about him and his life.

This is the perfect quick read for anyone using public transport, a holiday or a relaxing weekend away. This first book in the Afterlife series made me want to read the rest and that’s never a bad thing in a piece of introductory writing.

Thank you!

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