Sparrow Hill Road
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Seanan McGuire
Rose Marshall died in 1952 in Buckley Township, Michigan, run off the road by a man named Bobby Cross—a man who had sold his soul to live forever, and intended to use her death to pay the price of his immortality. Trouble was, he didn’t ask Rose what she thought of the idea.It’s been more than sixty years since that night, and she’s still sixteen, and she’s still running.They have names for her all over the country: the Girl in the Diner. The Phantom Prom Date. The Girl in the Green Silk Gown. Mostly she just goes by “Rose,” a hitchhiking ghost girl with her thumb out and her eyes fixed on the horizon, trying to outrace a man who never sleeps, never stops, and never gives up on the idea of claiming what’s his. She’s the angel of the overpass, she’s the darling of the truck stops, and she’s going to figure out a way to win her freedom. After all, it’s not like it can kill her.You can’t kill what’s already dead.
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Author
Seanan McGuire
Pages
320
Publisher
Astra Publishing House
Published Date
2014-05-06
ISBN
0698145828 9780698145825
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"<strong>Pretty good </strong><br/><br/>Not my usual type of story but I really enjoyed it. I love how she fleshed the legends of the highway"
Tiffani Reeves Keaton
"Damnit. This book kept me up til 4 a.m. on a work night.<br/><br/>Honestly, that's all the review it really needs, in my opinion, and this is the morning after, so some (groggy) thoughts:<br/><br/>- I got an American Gods vibe off of this. If someone hasn't done it already, someone ought to mail Neil Gaiman a copy of this and tell him to read it because some of the 'flavor' is the same and I loved it.<br/><br/>- I live an hour southeast of Ann Arbor. I.....I really want to know where Buckley Township is in Seanan's head. Really really. Because the town I live in could totally be it. Any of the little towns surrounding me could totally be it. It's so neat (and new) to see where I live reflected in books -- I guess Michigan just isn't cool enough to make it into any other stories.<br/><br/>I think that's all the thinking I can muster this morning. Gods. <br/><br/><br/>"
Amanda Ebbutt