The Unbelievables – Book 1
“ Some mysteries were built so intricately, it took centuries to unravel them. Others remained forgotten, left to gather dust in the memories of the dead. Castle Creighton waited over a century for its chance.” — Professor Astor , The Price of Power: The Curse of America’s Uncrowned Aristocracy
This book felt like it was written as an assignment, it’s short at little over 200 pages and the writing feels like machine-gun fire. Short Sentences. Full Stops. No adjectives or descriptions of places or people.
Written in first person POV, we get to know Kat, a girl who is able to see the unseen – ghosts and likes Taylor Swift. Typical teenager – just that she thinks and talks like a 25-year-old.
I shuddered. Ghosts were something I’d actively avoided for the past eight years. Ghosts didn’t just appear to anyone. They could only break through to our reality if we believed in them. The unbelievers were the lucky ones. They would never see what they refuse to believe in. They would never feel what a ghost could do. They would never know what a ghost did to me.
Kat mentions ghosts as someone would mention a nanny. Ghosts rocked her craddle when she was little, ghosts were her friends when she was little and ghosts told her about the world and life in general (much like a parent would do). In return, ghosts wanted their unresolved issues dealt with (remember The Sixth Sense?). Pretty soon she encounters a ghost with black hair who refuses to tell her name to Kat and instead ends up possessing her, Kat only experiences loss of time and blanks in her memory but once another ghosts tells her that she’s being taken over, she takes steps to rectify the issue.
My voice quavered. “How do I keep her away?” Toria looked sad for a moment, but sounded adamant. “You have to stop believing in us. You have to deny that ghosts exist. You have to refuse to let them into your reality.”
The book could have ended here as it basically is just a drawn out horror story but milder. Eh – I kept on reading for the fun of it. The friendly ghost tells Kat that in order to survive a world filled with ghosts she shouldn’t talk about them, talk with them, acknowledge them or do anything to strengthen their presence. In Uni now, she picked a course dealing with haunting of old places (what a way to avoid things!)
The book continues in the same monotone tone used before and take the reader into the life of Kat and her out of body explorations, her attempts to connect to the mysterious unknown and her obsession with mirrors. The dialogue is bland and I felt like putting the book down every two pages, yawning.
In the end, I skimmed over the remaining pages, eager to see if there would be something interesting happening at any point. Hmm, she casts some spells, she meets with the ghosts of her youth, Toria, she forms a pact, they are talking about reincarnation and time-space continuum, she builds a salt circle like the guys from Supernatural, she connects ghosts with loved ones.
Geez this book is a bore.
I slid away from the fire pit and leaned my back against the ruins of the rock fort. I had never been this exhausted before. Spells took so much out of me. More than the ghosts ever had. Toria said that was the way with beginners. That I’d get better at this. I didn’t want to get better at this. I didn’t want any of this.
Neither did I, love, neither did I.
The book ends with her lifting a curse from a loved one. OMG. I nearly DNF.