More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Do you want to hear a story?” she says, her voice soft and sweet and creepy. And just like that, we all shuffle closer. Mom has always had that power over people, always been the kind of storyteller who makes her listeners lean in.
“Belief is not a blanket, Cassidy. It doesn’t cover everything. Forgive me. There’s a big difference between believing in the supernatural in the general sense and believing the twelve-year-old girl you’re escorting across Paris is a ghost hunter with a dead sidekick.”
Understanding the past helps us move through the present and discover the future.”
I’ve only ever known Jacob the Ghost. What that really means is that I’ve only known Jacob from the point when he entered my story. I didn’t think so much about the fact that he had a story of his own. A whole life, short as it was, before we got tangled up, before he became my best friend.
You are my best friend. In life. In death. And everything in between.
He seems happier, lighter, after sharing his story. I feel a little heavier after hearing it, but that’s okay. That’s how friendship works. You learn to share the weight.
The Blake family: two parents, a ghost-seeing girl, her dead best friend, and a rather unhappy cat.
