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The Love of My Afterlife by Kirsty Greenwood

Romance

The Love of My Afterlife

by Kirsty Greenwood

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Out: until death do us part. In: until death do we meet. This woman may have just found “the one” in the afterlife.

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Synopsis

A recently deceased woman meets “the one” in the afterlife waiting room, scoring a second chance at life (and love!) if she can find him on earth before ten days are up…

If she wasn’t dead already, Delphie would be dying of embarrassment. Not only did she just die by choking on a microwaveable burger, but now she’s standing in her “shine like a star” nightie in front of the hottest man she’s ever seen. And he’s smiling at her.

As they start to chat, everything else becomes background noise. That is until someone comes running out of a door, yelling something about a huge mistake, and sends the dreamy stranger back down to earth. And here Delphie was thinking her luck might be different in the afterlife.

When Delphie is offered a deal in which she can return to earth and reconnect with the mysterious man, she jumps at the opportunity to find her possible soulmate and a fresh start. But in a city of millions, Delphie is going to have to listen to her heart, learn to ask for help, and perhaps even see the magic in the life she’s leaving behind…

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The Love of My Afterlife

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This cannot be how I die.

It really, really can’t.

Naturally I know not everyone is blessed with the whole­ old-​­lady-​­from-​­Titanic option; drifting off into a toasty sleep, memories of making love to a peak Leonardo DiCaprio there to soften the blow of perishing. But choking to death at the age of­ twenty-​­seven? Delphie, no.

As I gasp for air, my brain seems unable to compute how I might save myself from this horror show and instead fixates entirely on the mortifying circumstances via which it’s playing out.

For a start I’m choking on a burger. Not even a premium or homemade burger but a cheap microwaveable one I grabbed from the corner shop after work. And then there are the clothes I’m wearing as I choke: pickle-green socks paired with the worst of all my ­nightwear—an ­over-washed, oversized atrocity with a cartoon of a grinning star above the slogan Honey, It’s Time to Sparkle and Shine! My TV is paused a quarter way through The Tinder Swindler, and my laptop is lit with one solitary tab: a Google page on which I have enquired, “Are microwaveable burgers real meat?”

Who’s going to find me in this state? My despicable downstairs neighbor Cooper, who will definitely sneer when he sees my nightie? The police? Rummaging through my private belongings, hunting for evidence of possible foul play? They’d have a tricky time finding anyone with a motive, considering I only know three people in all of London—Leanne and her mum, Jan, from the pharmacy where I work, and old Mr. Yoon from next door.

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Why I love it

If a laugh-hard-and-cry-buckets modern-day fairy tale with a cast of characters you’ll wish were your friends sounds like your kind of read, you’re going to adore The Love of My Afterlife.

It opens with a bang—Delphie, our main girl, chokes on a microwave burger alone in her apartment, and wakes up in the afterlife with a wisecracking spirit guide and a newly dead hot guy. Except the hot guy is there by accident and gets sent back again, much to Delphie’s dismay. She talks her way into a temporary second chance too, because how unfair is it to meet the love of your afterlife and then lose him again within minutes?

What follows is a gorgeous, heartwarming comedy of misunderstandings and a deeper exploration of the power of love, community, and friendship. I was fully invested from the get-go.

Kirsty Greenwood is one of my absolute favourite rom-com writers. Her novels are always kind-hearted, emotionally intelligent, and brimming with sparkling trademark wit. She writes directly from her heart to yours, so prepare to fall head over heels in swoony book-love.

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