It's 1918. Mary Shelley Black doesn't believe in ghosts. She sees people flocking to seances and spirit photographers in the wake of WWI and the Spanish Influenza, getting scammed out of their money. But when her first love dies in battle, she's forced to rethink her views on the possibility of ghosts and an afterlife. 
 This was one of those stay up till 4am to finish it in nearly one sitting books. I could not put it down. 
 Cat Winter's writing is gripping and haunting and so beautifully done. Mary Shelley is an amazing, smart, and plucky heroine. The details that Winter's adds had me glued to every word. There were also times when it had my heart racing in fear of things that go bump in the night. 
 Oh and it's illustrated with early-twentieth-century photographs, which are also creepy goodness. I wish there had been more! I cannot gush about this book enough. So glad I picked it up!