I wasn’t quite sure what to expect with this book. Would it be creepy? Maybe nostalgic? Or would it be more of an emotional tale? It turns out it is all three.

Jake is 12, out of school for the summer and spending his days exploring the urban decay of Niagara Falls. His uncle Calvin is fun to be around - he believes in all things paranormal. So when Calvin suggests starting up a Saturday night ghost club, Jake is all for it. But it doesn’t go as planned. With each visit to the various creepy corners in town, Jake starts to see that there is something more to his uncle’s ghost stories - something deeper that has left hidden emotional scars on their family.

This is one of those books where you can tell really early on that it’s going to be a story that lingers with you. There is a grittiness to it that made Calvin’s degeneration feel even more raw and real. And it really makes you think about memory, how it makes you unique, and the terror behind the possibility of losing it.

The Saturday Night Ghost Club straddles the line between scary and sad - and it’s actually quite a touching book as well. It’s a fine balance, and Davidson pulls it off nicely.