by Darynda Jones
Series: Charley Davidson #9
Published by: St. Martin
Genres: Urban Fantasy
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In a small village in New York lives Jane Doe, a girl with no memory of who she is or where she came from. So when she is working at a diner and slowly begins to realize she can see dead people, she's more than a little taken aback. Stranger still are the people entering her life. They seem to know things about her. Things they hide with lies and half-truths. Soon, she senses something far darker. A force that wants to cause her harm, she is sure of it. Her saving grace comes in the form of a new friend she feels she can confide in and the fry cook, a devastatingly handsome man whose smile is breathtaking and touch is scalding. He stays close, and she almost feels safe with him around. But no one can outrun their past, and the more lies that swirl around her—even from her new and trusted friends—the more disoriented she becomes, until she is confronted by a man who claims to have been sent to kill her. Sent by the darkest force in the universe. A force that absolutely will not stop until she is dead. Thankfully, she has a Rottweiler. But that doesn't help in her quest to find her identity and recover what she's lost. That will take all her courage and a touch of the power she feels flowing like electricity through her veins. She almost feels sorry for him. The devil in blue jeans. The disarming fry cook who lies with every breath he takes. She will get to the bottom of what he knows if it kills her. Or him. Either way
I devoured The Dirt on Ninth Grave, book nine in the Charley Davidson series by Darynda Jones. After the jaw-dropping, nail-biting conclusion of Eighth Grave After Dark, I was nervous about what we would face going into this novel. I should have set those trepidations aside because Jones handled it brilliantly. I loved how the events in The Dirt on Ninth Grave unfolded.
The further into the series I get, the harder I find it is to review the story without spoilers, but I shall endeavor to try.
After the events in Eighth Grave After Dark, Charley ends up north with nothing more than the clothes on her back and a ring on her finger. She has no idea who she is. Stranger still, she can see dead people. She makes no mention of this to the people in the small town helping her. With their help, she gets a job at the local dinner and a small apartment. I loved how Charley was still Charley even without her memory. The name she chose for herself is so her and I laughed out loud. As much as I fretted for her, I could not help but giggle:snort. Some things remained the same like her coffee addiction, snark and hilarious personality.
I loved the way Jones brought the other characters into this new setting and of course, I was worried about getting my Reyes fix. No worries folks, “hail, hail the gang’s all here.” It made me a little teary eyed seeing all of her friends gathered in this small town. Of course, we got some downright hilarious moments. I caution you not to eat or drink while reading this, because even the most mundane things will have you rolling. It is Charley after all.
While Charley might not know, who or what she is that does not stop her from being curious and getting herself into trouble. She can’t just call in the authorities, she NEEDS to investigate. This is the ninth book with at least two more on the horizon and Jones continues to keep things fresh and exciting. If you doubt the existence of soul mates, Jones just might make you a believer. The interaction between her and Reyes was sad, funny, hot and beautiful.
As much as I laughed, some intense story threads put Charley in danger. Her memory loss also possesses a threat especially when she gets upset. The powers that be see her as a threat all of which led to some intense scenes and a promise made that has me anxious.
The Dirt on Ninth Grave wrapped up nicely and has me counting the days until The Curse of the Tenth Grave.
I’d been waiting for four weeks, three days, seventeen hours, and twelve minutes. Waiting for him to find me. For anyone to find me.
“It was freaking awesome. Seriously. Like, mind-blowing. What are we talking about?”
The doctors told me I had amnesia.
Apparently that shit’s real. Who knew?
“I took a quick sip of my coffee before explaining. “I’m, like, stupid smart. I’m probably a prodigy of some kind.”
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