Sometimes, despite my best intentions to stick purely to my TBR I get drawn in and tempted by other books when browsing Netgalley, most of the time I end up with something either decent, or mediocre. But occasionally I end up with a book that’s so good it will give me the book hangover from hell. The Ghostwriter by Alessandra Torre is one of these books.
I find reviews where I loved a book so much despite its maudlin content, really difficult to write. So be patient with me reader, please.
The Ghostwriter’s main character is Helena Ross, a published author of romance novels who pulls in 6 figure advances (I know right, a budding writer’s dream), she is a snarky, self absorbed, grumpy, old woman in a 32 year old’s body. Then she finds out she is terminally ill. The diagnosis and her short prognosis convinces her that it’s time to write a novel about her own life. Her confession. The reason her behaviour has become even more erratic, the reason she lied to the police and the reason that her husband and child are no longer with her.
This book had so many emotions. I was tearing through it at a rate I rarely do these days, so absorbed did I become in Helena’s story. A character who is so flawed, so desperately unlikeable and yet one we can all relate to. The solitary life of a reader and writer who cares for nothing else but.
The distress she feels and the anticipation at finally discovering what had happened. The writer leads us along the path of the ghost writer themselves, learning everything about Helena before the final secrets are revealed. Causing us to live, moment by moment with her, desperate to know, making our own assumptions until wham! It hits you like a dumbbell in the face.