Tipsy (the pastor’s son couldn’t say “Tiffany” when she was a baby) is trying to pull her life together. Her marriage has ended and her vindictive ex-husband is threatening to take their kids away.
For as long as she can remember, Tipsy has seen ghosts. Not the Halloween kind, but people who have died. She can communicate with them as well. But she’s utterly unprepared for when she and the kids move into an old house that is occupied by Jane and Henry Mott, who have, umm, “lived” there for more than 100 years.
Jane insists Henry murdered her and then committed suicide. Henry insists that neither occurred. The more time Tipsy spends with them, the more she is torn between which one she believes more, as each has characteristics she enjoys. (As much as you can "enjoy" a ghost?)
But when you meddle in the affairs of ghosts it starts to take its toll on your real life. As Tipsy tries to figure out what really happened to the Motts, she needs to be reminded to concentrate on her real life before it’s too late—and luckily she has two great (albeit slightly wacky) friends to help her out.
This was such an enjoyable read. I love Charleston and felt its presence throughout the story. The characters were lots of fun and I couldn’t believe that I was even hooked on the ghosts’ story, so to speak.
Is Charleston Green a little crazy? Sure, but Stephanie Alexander has made sure it’s full of heart and humor, too.
I was grateful to be part of the blog tour for this book. Kate Rock Book Tours and Stephanie Alexander provided a complimentary copy of the book in exchange for an unbiased review. Thanks for making it available!!
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