Amazon Blurb:

In a small village in New York lives Jane Doe, a girl with no memory of who she is or where she came from. So when she is working at a diner and slowly begins to realize she can see dead people, she’s more than a little taken aback. Stranger still are the people entering her life. They seem to know things about her. Things they hide with lies and half-truths. Soon, she senses something far darker. A force that wants to cause her harm, she is sure of it. Her saving grace comes in the form of a new friend she feels she can confide in and the fry cook, a devastatingly handsome man whose smile is breathtaking and touch is scalding. He stays close, and she almost feels safe with him around.

But no one can outrun their past, and the more lies that swirl around her-even from her new and trusted friends-the more disoriented she becomes, until she is confronted by a man who claims to have been sent to kill her. Sent by the darkest force in the universe. A force that absolutely will not stop until she is dead. Thankfully, she has a Rottweiler. But that doesn’t help in her quest to find her identity and recover what she’s lost. That will take all her courage and a touch of the power she feels flowing like electricity through her veins. She almost feels sorry for him. The devil in blue jeans. The disarming fry cook who lies with every breath he takes. She will get to the bottom of what he knows if it kills her. Or him. Either way.

Quote:

“If he didn’t hate me so much and he wasn’t an evil supernatural being, I’d be on him like black on Cookie’s toast. That woman could not make toast.”

Review:

The Dirt on Ninth Grave never stood a chance with me. I hate this type of story, where the main character loses their memory for whatever reason, and the entire point of the book is getting it back. There is just almost nothing you can do with this. I don’t find anything enjoyable in this. After the cliffhanger of the previous book, I didn’t even read this when it came out originally, I waited until the next book came out to bother because I knew that nothing would happen in this book. Which is especially bad because nothing happened in the previous book, either.

This wasn’t all bad. It did surprise me in a few places by how much I was enjoying it. It surprised me how much emotions it drew out of me, based on what happened at the end of last book. I did end up crying, at one point. I really liked how Charley and Reyes found each other again. There were bits of this that I really liked. I just am super prejudiced against this. It just feels like a waste of time.

All of the side characters are in this story, making certain that Charley won’t come to harm when she doesn’t remember who she is. They don’t do a good job. Charley is Charley, and she’ll always be Charley. She is a danger to herself, and with a bunch of bad guys after her, she needs more than a bunch of keepers. How they ever expected Charley to stay out of trouble, I’ll never know. And it is worse for me, because they never tell her the truth when she asks for it. They know that she can discern truth from lie, and they still lie to her. And she keeps asking them. And I keep getting frustrated.

And now introducing: my notes.

Wait. What? Angel Angel? Not just whatever Charley is? Jehovah is a real God? All of this is interesting, but why does it always have to change?

I just.. don’t even know about this anymore.

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