I'd like for this to be a case of, it's not you book, it's me, but I'm not sure how truthful that would be. This book, hell this series, has so much potential. It's got a great premise, promising world building (and I say promising because, it's taking its sweet time getting there) and it has (apparently) complex characters. What it doesn't have is a romance. Or a smooth storytelling.
Let's start with the characters because that will pave the way for the other things. I don't like any of them. Not a one. Julian is an obnoxious, obstinate asshole and Oscar is the sort of character who has just sort of floated through life without anything really making an impact. Which, for a medium, sounds a bit weird and I'm not sure how better to explain it. Whatever personality he has, whatever strength of character he had in the beginning of the series has been eroded by Julian and frankly Ezra. Who is supposed to be his best friend/brother but for all the love they apparently share they've never had a real conversation on page.
Which brings me to the storytelling/writing style. Have you ever tried to read something when you're so tired that your eyes just sort of slide right off the page and you may as well be reading an unrecognisable foreign language? That's what huge chunks of this book was like for me. There were words on the page and I'm sure they were meant to be exciting/informative/spooky/sexy but they just weren't. Every conversation and exchange in this book felt like it was missing pieces. You never feel like you have a full grasp of what's going on and there's so much time spent describing the wrong things or having some character tell us this long-winded tale that it all just gets bogged down in the wrongness of it all and my attention slid off the page.
Sometimes, if well-written, you can fumble your way through a mystery, stumbling upon answer in the middle of all the death and mystery but Meredith Spies doesn't seem o be the kind of author who can pull that off. I never feel a connection to the mystery or the ghosts or, hell, the people and I don't ever feel invested in the outcome.
And I sure as hell don't feel invested in whatever sham this romance is. Book two and Julian was contemplating being in love with Oscar but I don't see it. I don't see how he can claim to love someone he thinks is a lying conman. Okay, no I can see how he could love him if that were the case, but it's not and so what I'm expected to find lovely and romantic is the fact that these two have nothing more between them than some mediocre sex because they'll never be anything more until Julian acknowledges the truth and after two books of the same point blank refusal to accept things he's seen multiple times with his own damn eyes and experienced, I don't see it happening.
Oscar, love, have some self-respect and ditch the man who constantly belittles you, your beliefs and your abilities.
Also, those two very small hints about Julian's dead first love which are throwaway are wasted. Because I don't care about him enough to care about his past drama and his broken heart. What I care about is that it's being used as an excuse for him to be a complete asshole. Only it's not, cause it's entirely possible I read too much into those throwaway comments in this one and the apparent ghost sighting in the epilogue of the last one.
God, I wanted to love this series so much and instead it's just a heaping pile of disappointiment that has some astonishingly high ratings.