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Forget Ian? I would rather die.

Yup. Psycho.

I wanted to tell him that no one else could make me feel the way he did. That no one could ever compare to him.

...

For some odd reason, the knowledge that he was jealous thrilled me.

The reason? You're psycho, chick.

When they started making out, I couldn't help but think of Ian, and what it would feel like to kiss him the same way. Just thinking about him brought a smile to my face. Seeing him was the highlight of my day.

::facepalm::
She's thinking this while on a date with another boy. True, she didn't know it was a date and the boy is supposedly a sleazeball, but at least he's alive.

The dream had seemed so real. As real as the vision of Ian's death, but this time it had been my death, and Ian, the person I trusted more than anyone, had killed me.

You trust a ghost more than your family members who are alive. Girl, you got issues.

"Please don't go," I whispered, desperate to keep him with me.
He kissed my forehead and whispered, "I must, but I'll return."

What, does he have some sort of ghost meeting to attend or something? Is he on a ghost schedule? Does he have ghost appointments?

"My dad will be gone all week, so maybe sometime in the next few days we can find a way into the castle."

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that not only is her mom dead, but her dad is also absent for the bulk of the book. Convenient.

Ian would move on and I would lose my friend, my confidante and someone I trusted explicitly.
I would be alone again.

See. That. That right there. First, why do you trust him? What exactly has he done to earn your explicit trust? And what about your brother and dad? And those new friends you've made and that boy (not the dead one) who likes you? Are they chopped liver?

Turning on my bedside lamp, I stared at the welts on my leg from where I'd scratched myself in the mausoleum. Since meeting Ian, I'd thought of little else but him, even cutting...which was a good thing.

No, no it's not a good thing that all you think about is your ghost boy and nothing else. I mean, it's good you stopped cutting, but the complete obsession you've developed over him is not good.

Cassandra seemed disappointed that I was in one piece, but not Johan. "Well done, you," he said, looking at me like a starving man stares at food.

Eww. And that's laying it on a bit thick, isn't it? I get it, the hot guy in town wants her. Of course he does. At least try to make it believable though.

Remembering I had a new cell phone, I pulled it from my pocket, only to find I had no charge. Not a big surprise. Spirits used energy from any available source.

Yup, still making things up as she goes. Convenient.

My flashlight already started to dim, and I wondered if the spirits were using it for energy.

So now she's not even half-heartedly googling this shit, she's just making it up as she goes along now, isn't she?

I never could understand why guys liked the idea of two girls kissing. I once saw a picture of two guys making out and it didn't excite me in the least.

Um ... ok? Good for you?

We sat cross-legged in a circle close to the fire, including Shane, who holding onto a half-empty pint of whiskey, looked more than a little buzzed already. I'd say he was blazed too, and I was worried how the night would unfold if he kept it up. After Milo's party, everyone probably thought I was a buzzkill and it was time to redeem myself if I was going to fit in.

I really don't like this girl.

Or maybe it would be better to just make it very clear that I wasn't interested in a boyfriend.

Unless he's dead though, right? Dead boys make better boyfriend material, don't they?

I saw Ian's face flash in my mind at that moment. Although I had only just met him, what I was beginning to feel for him was more than friendship.

He's a freakin' ghost.

"But do you want to know him?" Cassandra asked, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking a hip.

Ah. Now enters stereotypical jealous mean girl. I bet she's just misunderstood.

I wondered what the special occasion was, and hoped she wasn't going to ask me to go out. I wanted to wait and see if Ian finally showed.

Yeah, why cultivate relationships with actual living and breathing people when you can sit around and wait for your ghost friend to show up. Makes sense.

He came closer, still admiring the drawing, and I used the opportunity to stare at him, amazed at how every time I saw him he was even more beautiful than before.

Ugh. Gag me.

I turned on my bedside lamp.
"You called out my name."
I nearly dropped the glass. Ian had to stop doing that. Granted, it was nice knowing he was around when I needed him, but seriously... "Yeah, I had another dream."

Yes, Ian needs to stop watching her sleep. This is not endearing or sweet, it's creepy.

How could she have made all those knocks and sounds throughout the house?

Oh, so now you're questioning things?

He smelled like a mixture of the outdoors and a rich, spicy scent I knew I would never forget.

Oh, come on. This ghost has a scent now too?

Tears ran down my face, and he wiped them away with his thumb.

Now wait a minute. When did it come up that he could touch her? Are we just supposed to accept that not only can she see ghosts, but she can touch and be touched by them as well?

"Riley, are you alright?" Ian asked in a gentle voice. He sat in the chair next to the window.
I released the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and nodded. "Yeah, I just had a bad dream."
"About your mother?"
My stomach clenched. "How did you know?"
"You called out to her in your sleep."
"You were watching me sleep?"

Not cool, ghost boy. Not cool.

#33 for the week, #42 for the month, and #65 for all time. Pretty good considering I haven't written a real review since the beginning of December.

I don't know guys, 1/3 of the way in and I'm a bit bored. Nothing much has happened and I could be caught up to this point if all I did was read the summary. And Anna was way scarier.

"I want to help. I'm just not the right person to do it."
"I know you're a good man."

Again. You just met 10 minutes ago. And this book won an award? I can't even imagine what the competition looked like.

"I am beseeching you as a fellow swordsman. I need your protection."
"We're not fellow swordsmen," he growled.

Please, be a bit more condescending.

Already his imagination ran wild with the thought of her undressed and unbound before him.

I know this is a romance ... but, seriously? Not only is she dressed like a man, but she only just told him her name maybe 5 minutes ago and he already wants to jump her bones? Come on.

"My name is Chang Ai Li," she relented.
"Ailey. That's a pretty name."

I am disappointed that for the rest of the book the author has chosen to spell her name the way the foreigner pronounces it. I don't understand that decision at all.

One down. With an air of satisfaction, he swung to face her, grasping at the proper words. "I'm a friend—"
Her boot slammed neatly into his groin.
Pain exploded through his entire body. Nauseatingly bad pain. He should have left her to the wolves.

Heh.