A good enough beach read (though it's mid-October, and I'm miles away from the beach) to rid oneself of the inevitable, frustrating book slump. It has ghosthunters, ghosts (duh), psychic powers, traditional mortar-and-pestle-carrying witches, and the utterly annoying teenagers in the YA genre. One-sentence synopsis: A ghosthunter falls in love with a ghost. The irony is not lost to me, and neither is it unfamiliar. I find these books awful but read them, just the same, for the sole purpose of having something to read instead of sulking over a previous book. But one is enough in a span of months. [Flies back to my adult books.]