I have to agree with a lot of the other reviewers: This book was boring!

Here we have Triana, a middle-aged, death-obsessed (possibly insane?) woman who is in the depths of despair over her husband's recent death. So much so that her disgustingly morbid state depression attracts the nasty spirit of musician Stefan--like flies to manure. Stefan, who died rather violently, appears to drive Triana even more insane. Why, I'm not entirely sure... Perhaps because he's angry at his father (how Freudian! how typical!). How this relates to driving pathetic mortals nuts, I'm not sure. Instead of going crazy, Triana steals Stefan's ghostly violin and begins to play like she never could on earthly instruments. The two travel throughout history--seemingly without point or purpose. Finally they end up in a costal South Ameriican town Triana has dreamed about and where, for some reason, Stefan didn't want her to be. Again, I'm not sure why. Triana finally gives the ghostly violin back to Stefan and the two part ways.

Neither of the characters was appealing. Triana was whiny, long-winded, and downright disgusting at times (sleeping with her husband's dead body--ICK!). Stefan was even whinier (of possible) and, for lack of better term, a jerk.

Wish I had those hours back that I spent reading this. But this, and a couple other recent offerings, have taught me to only trust this authors earliest works (the beginnings of the Vampires and the Witches chronicles). The newer stuff--I'll go without it, thanks.