Listen, it's a personal pet peeve when people say this, but this book warrants it. If it was possible, no stars.
This is gonna sound weird and probably piss some people off but: screw this author and how she views and treats Rape. It's vile. This book, it's rape-centered plot devices, and Jane, are disgusting.
Jane is surrounded by victimized women and then constantly makes herself the victim.
When her wise advice of "just get over your rape and be happy again" doesn't work, shes the victim. And when other people tell her to get over it ('it' being literally nothing happening to her)? She has temper tantrums and bitch fits.
She constantly moans about "think about how I feel" then blames everyone else for her feelings and refuses to consider the other person. She wants infinite grace to be held for herself and takes every excuse to abuse everyone around her. Her attitude and actions are completely inexcusable to any person with two brain cells to rub together. At the very best, Jane is a selfish, self-serving, narcissistic bitch painted as a Saint like a pig wearing lipstick.
([I don't want to give spoilers, but the outcome of a certain character really highlights this, since Jane only knows them for a short time and is somehow disabled with grief over someone she doesn't really treat well to begin with])
Is this book about Jane or Trixie? Is it about ghosts, a suicide, dogs, or unbalanced Jane? This book is everywhere and nowhere. Not sure the author even knew what the point to any of this was, since it seems to change at least twice a chapter. (Also, on the topic of ghosts, talk to *any* writer in another genre and they will tell you to establish rules and stick to them. Wish someone had given this author this advice before hand).
All the characters in this novel are just... bad. Outrageous. Irritating. No people in real life are like this, or if they are, I pray I never have to interact with them.
None of the plot actually makes any sense. The ghosts literally only exist as a way for the author to insert the answer. It's clumsy and ham fisted. It is an interesting way to prove to the reader that the characters you wrote are capable of literally nothing (which is an interesting narrative approach). Entire plot lines are painstakingly introduced and talked through only to fade into thin air and have absolutely no conclusion or purpose (see: the book cover contest). There's just absolutely no point here, except "make Jane happy" -- except Jane is probably the single person who suffers the least in this book besides Trixie.
The dogs are written like people in the most uncomfortable way. Like, yeah, a dog can be trained to open doors and turn on lights and stuff, but these dogs walk around the place like humans. It's off-putting. Also, absolutely no dogs actually act like dogs (like Flash) in the book.
This one is more personal and it's probably just me but: goddamn to be conveniently rich. Throwing money at 18 different plot devices, some of which (like the book cover scene) are plotted for tens of pages and end up meaning absolutely nothing. Casually quitting after doing less than the bare minimum. Things just happen in this book, and the narrative explanation is easy wealth. There's nothing necessarily wrong with this I suppose, I just find it irritating and I'm already this far along in the book review so I might as well mention this too.