On my way home from sunny La Jolla, I realized I needed some good fiction (I had really good non-fiction with me, but just wasn't in the mood). And as I stood at the book stall in the San Diego airport, I realized I specifically needed fluffy chick lit. I haven't read any Kinsella before, but I enjoyed the movie version of Confessions of a Shop-a-holic a lot more than I thought I would. And anything with the 1920s is a point in a book's favor for me.
I devoured this book. Yes, it's a kooky premise: struggling girl is suddenly haunted by the ghost of her recently departed great-aunt. And she must find a necklace. Thrown in a truly odd family, some great 20s clothing, a cute boy, and it's like popcorn. Sadie is delightful--both an obnoxious and sweet ghost at the same time.
But then towards the end, there was a wonderful twist that I wasn't expecting and it became about so much more--about living a life with unanswered questions, getting to know people, art, love, and beauty. Seriously, I almost teared up at the end, and I never do that.
So though I'm shocked that I'm doing this: I highly recommend this. And for the costumes alone, it should become a movie.