Ghost Eaters by Clay McLeod Chapman

 

A Horror novel with an interesting enough premise--what if there were a drug that let you see the dead, and what if it let the dead see you--that, sadly, doesn't matter to do much with it. The characters are never really likeable (but perhaps people that young and as privileged as the narrator shouldn't be) and the fact the novel so closely parallels addiction narratives of the most Drugs Are Bad, MmmKay? type doesn't help. It's not a *bad* novel, but it's not really a *good* one, either.