I was really excited to read this book. It came highly recommended and since it featured older women like myself I thought it would be a great read. I was very disappointed.
That this was the second book in a series was a problem but it's not why I rate the book so low. It was my own fault that I didn't check before I started reading. That said, I don't think reading the first book would have made my experience that much better.
The protagonists are middle aged women who have recently discovered a calling to "heal" ghosts. I am not turned off by that idea. It was part of the book's initial appeal for me. When I realized it was going to take place in Tulsa I wondered if there would be any mention of the tragic attack on the black community of Tulsa in 1921 and was surprised to find out that this was the focus of their ghostly encounter(s).
So...these three white women come to Tulsa with money to spend on a building renovation and they happen to find one connected to the infamous Tulsa Race Massacre. What's more, they manage to find the one where is a huge amount of paranormal activity directly caused by that event. AND they manage to find a homeless Native American woman who seems to have close ties to the spirits in the building. (We later learn that she's the only homeless person who has been able to remain there for any length of time due to the haunting, something that is abstractly connected to her native heritage. But I digress.)
They decide to restore the building (which, contrary to the title, not a warehouse but an old community center) to its earlier glory and in doing so they hope to help revitalize the whole community. And, voila, THEY SUCCEED! (This is so not a spoiler! By the time they start discussing it this part of the ending is pretty clear.)
Then they STRIKE OIL on the property!
But I digress.
Three middle class, middle aged white ladies. They, with help of a psychic and a homeless Native American woman and a forensic anthropologist and the ghost of a police officer and...oh, never mind, you get the idea. They solve a whole slew of mysteries left from the time of the massacre, they win the love of the initially hostile homeless woman, they stand up in the face of racist threats, and they get rich in the process, gracefully and generously sharing their newfound wealth with the community around their new renovation property. They appear to ditch one of the psychics they consult, possibly because that psychic is black and not terribly grateful to them for what they are doing. (They keep the other, whose ethnicity and race are not given but he has a Spanish sounding surname so I guess that make it all okay...)
Look, I'm a middle aged white woman. And I hope to hell I never suffer from White Savior Syndrome but if I do, I hope someone tells me and slaps me silly.
Back to the book. I mentioned threats. They run through the book. The woman are followed around Tulsa (did I mention they're from San Antonio and just visit Tulsa a lot?), they are sent threatening messages, they are attacked and one of them is severely injured. Vandals leave racist graffiti on the building they are renovating. Towards the end a threat is leveled against one of their children. The threat is taken care of in, like, two pages. And.....then the book ends. Just, you know, ends. There's like an epilogue in which we find out that it's all coming up sunshine and pixie dust now. Okay, maybe not THAT great. I think I'm just really, really disappointed and my mind is exaggerating the annoyance I felt.
Maybe next week I'll realize I was over-reacting. But for right now, I'm having trouble finding a good thing to say about this. Well, I have one. It was clearly edited for grammar and spelling and continuity. So there is that...
Just to be thorough, it's been several months. I never realized I was over-reacting because I don't think I was. It really is that annoying.