Alex was a
typical middle-schooler until an accident binds him to a wheelchair. When he woke
up in the hospital with a mangled leg, he discovers that he could see ghosts.
And the first one he saw was his mom, who died in the car crash that broke him.
Though it
started off with a human touch, I thought this story was sort of weird. Like
Harry Potter going to wizardry school, Alex went to a psychic school, except he
wasn’t a psychic (I guess, now he was.)
He had classed in Occult History and played a weird sport called GhostBall.
What the heck is GhostBall? The author did not explain that at all. Yes, I get
that this was something she just made up, but she should’ve at least
enlightened us a bit here.
Alex was too
whiny and obsessive about the accident and his mom’s death. I didn’t feel that
there was much on seeing the ghosts and hunting them. When were we going to get
there? It just dawdled way too much. I get that this was a magical story, which
I’m certainly into, but this was just too dumb for my taste.
My rating: 2 stars
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