She has many names. The
Phantom Prom Date. The Girl in the Diner. The Spirit of Sparrow Hill Road. But
when she was alive, she was called Rose. Rose Marshall. Victim of the man
called Bobby Cross, she now lives in the midnight America, amongst the routewitches
and ambulomancers, the crossroads ghosts and the poltergeists. Sixty years
after her death, though, Bobby Cross still haunts her. The man who sold his
soul to live forever has only ever let one soul slip through his fingers and he
has no intention of giving up until Rose is added to his collection. Welcome to
the ghostroads.
Once every so often, a book
comes along so awesome, so perfectly tailored for your reading tastes of the
time that it can leave a reader giddy. Sparrow Hill Road was that for me. A
tale of ghost stories, hitch hikers, crossroads and Americana, Sparrow Hill
Road is epic in the best sense of the word: a story that crosses time and
space, descending down through multiple levels of reality and oozing with
haunts and ghouls. More importantly, though, Sparrow Hill Road is the story of
a girl and the life she enjoys after her death. Rose is more than the main
character here – she is our guide, our friend and our protector against the
things that go bump in the night. I fell in love with Rose Marshall and I
desperately hope that Seanan McGuire will come back to her – her story seems
far from over as you turn the last page. McGuire is a fantastic writer and her
other books have been firmly placed on the top of my To Read List after this.
Highly, highly, highly recommended!
I gave Sparrow Hill Road 5
stars
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