Her best friends counsel her to let it go and accept that she’s been ghosted, but Sarah is haunted by Eddie and the promise of what their week together signified. However, with every unanswered text and voicemail, Sarah’s unease mounts until she becomes convinced that a great catastrophe has befallen Eddie. So when Eddie leaves for his previously planned holiday in Spain and she doesn’t immediately hear from him, she is puzzled but not overly concerned. Sarah falls hard, and after a week holed up together in Eddie’s cottage, she’s sure he has, too. Although Sarah is definitely on the rebound-or so says an app on her phone, downloaded by a friend with the best of intentions-and in no fit state to start a relationship, the chemistry between the two is instantaneous and undeniable. During her annual pilgrimage home to England to visit her parents, Sarah meets Eddie, who is chatting with an escaped sheep on the village green. The story’s heartwarming conclusion makes this book a solid beach read, but don’t miss its sly message: Technology may make it easier to connect, but it’s up to us to bridge the gaps that it creates.With nearly 40 years under her belt and a recently failed marriage to her name, Sarah Mackey has finally found the love of her life.
Interspersed with texts, posts, and personal letters, reading Ghosted gives you the same feeling of sinful gratification as snooping through someone else’s Facebook messages (and, really, who can resist that?). Is he simply not returning her calls? Or has something terrible happened to him, leaving him injured … or worse? As Sarah races to uncover the truth, what unfolds is a tale of heartbreaking irony, existential agony, and the inexorable power of love. Ghosted tells the story of Sarah and Eddie, who, after a whirlwind, weeklong romance, make plans to reunite in a week’s time. And I can’t think of a book that better captures the madness of this first-world, twenty-first century torment than Ghosted, a triumphant debut with the twists of a mystery and the coy charm of a romance novel. I shudder to think what our devices (not to mention the internet) have done to us, but alas, here we are.
I was married and retired from the dating scene by the time the term “ghosted” entered our lexicon, but I'm no stranger to the righteous indignation of receiving a read receipt but no reply.
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