Talking to the Dead [NOOK Book]

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Twentysomething Kate Davis can't seem to get this grieving-widow thing right. She's supposed to put on a brave face and get on with her life, right? Instead she's camped out on her living room floor, unwashed, unkempt, and unable to sleep—because her husband, Kevin, keeps talking to her.

Is she losing her...

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Overview

Twentysomething Kate Davis can't seem to get this grieving-widow thing right. She's supposed to put on a brave face and get on with her life, right? Instead she's camped out on her living room floor, unwashed, unkempt, and unable to sleep—because her husband, Kevin, keeps talking to her.

Is she losing her mind?

Kate's attempts to find the source of the voice she hears are both humorous and humiliating, as she turns first to an "eclectically spiritual" counselor, then a shrink with a bad toupee, a mean-spirited exorcist, and finally group therapy. There she meets Jack, the warmhearted, unconventional pastor of a ramshackle church, and at last the voice subsides. But when she stumbles upon a secret Kevin was keeping, Kate's fragile hold on the present threatens to implode under the weight of the past . . . and Kevin begins to shout.

Will the voice ever stop? Kate must confront her grief to find the grace to go on, in this tender, quirky story about second chances.

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Young widow Kate Davis thinks she should try to get on with her life, but she can't seem to shake the pain of losing her husband—especially since he keeps talking to her. Kate fears she may be losing her mind, and she tries to find out exactly what is happening to her in this first novel.


—Tamara Butler
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"Beautifully done!  I can't wait to read the next story she writes."                           

                                                                                                            Francine Rivers, best-selling author of Redeeming Love.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781434700346
  • Publisher: Cook, David C.
  • Publication date: 1/1/2010
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 1,287,113
  • File size: 4 MB

Meet the Author

Bonnie Grove developed and wrote social programs for families at risk before landing her first publishing deal for Your Best You: Discovering and Developing the Strengths God Gave You.  Talking to the Dead is her first novel. Grove and her pastor husband, Steve, have two children; they live in Saskatchewan.

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TALKING TO THE DEAD

a novel


By BONNIE GROVE

David C. Cook

Copyright © 2009 Bonnie Grove
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4347-0034-6



CHAPTER 1

Kevin was dead and the people in my house wouldn't go home. They mingled after the funeral, eating sandwiches, drinking tea, and speaking in muffled tones. I didn't feel grateful for their presence. I felt exactly nothing.

Funerals exist so we can close doors we'd rather leave open. But where did we get the idea that the best approach to facing death is to eat Bundt cake?

I refused to pick at dainties and sip hot drinks. Instead I wandered into the backyard.

I knew if I turned my head I'd see my mother's back as she guarded the patio doors. Mom would let no one pass. As a recent widow herself, she knew my need to stare into my loss alone.

I sat on the porch swing and closed my eyes, letting the June sun warm my bare arms. Instead of closing the door on my pain, I wanted it to swing from its hinges so the searing winds of grief could scorch my face and body. Maybe I hoped to die from exposure.

Kevin had been dead three hours before I had arrived at the hospital. A long time for my husband to be dead without me knowing. He was so altered, so permanently changed without my being aware.

I had stood in the emergency room, surrounded by faded blue cotton curtains, looking at the naked remains of my husband while nurses talked in hushed tones around me. A sheet covered Kevin from his hips to his knees. Tubes, which had either carried something into or away from his body, hung disconnected and useless from his arms. The twisted remains of what I assumed to be some sort of breathing mask lay on the floor. "What happened?" I said in a whisper so faint I knew no one could hear. Maybe I never said it at all. A short doctor with a pronounced lisp and quiet manner told me Kevin's heart killed him. He used difficult phrases; medical terms I didn't know, couldn't understand. He called it an episode and said it was massive. When he said the word massive, spit flew from his mouth, landing on my jacket's lapel. We had both stared at it.

When my mother and sister, Heather, arrived at the hospital, they gazed speechlessly at Kevin for a time, and then took me home. Heather had whispered with the doctor, their heads close together, before taking a firm hold on my arm and walking me out to her car. We drove in silence to my house. The three of us sat around my kitchen table looking at each other.

Several times my mother opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Our words had turned to cotton, thick and dry. We couldn't work them out of our throats. I had no words for my abandonment. Like everything I knew to be true had slipped out the back door when I wasn't looking.

"What happened?" I said again. This time I knew I had said it out loud. My voice echoed back to me off the kitchen table.

"Remember how John Ritter died? His heart, remember?" This from Heather, my younger, smarter sister. Kevin had died a celebrity's death.

From the moment I had received the call from the hospital until now, slumped on the backyard swing, I had allowed other people to make all of my bereavement decisions. My mother and mother-in-law chose the casket and placed the obituary in the paper. Kevin's boss at the bank, Donna Walsh, arranged for the funeral parlor and even called the pastor from the church that Kevin had attended until he was sixteen to come and speak. Heather silently held my hand through it all. I didn't feel grateful for their help.

I sat on the porch swing, and my right foot rocked on the grass, pushing and pulling the swing. My head hurt. I tipped it back and rested it on the cold, inflexible metal that made up the frame for the swing. It dug into my skull. I invited the pain. I sat with it, supped with it.

I opened my eyes and looked up into the early June sky. The clouds were an unmade bed. Layers of white moved rumpled and languid past the azure heavens. Their shapes morphed and faded before my eyes. A Pegasus with the face of a dog; a veiled woman fleeing; a villain; an elf. The shapes were strange and unreliable, like dreams. A monster, a baby—I wanted to reach up to touch its soft, wrinkled face. I was too tired. Everything was gone, lost, emptied out.

I had arrived home from the hospital empty-handed. No Kevin. No car—we left it in the hospital parking lot for my sister to pick up later. "No condition to drive," my mother had said. She meant me.

Empty-handed. The thought, incomplete and vague, crept closer to consciousness. There should have been something. I should have brought his things home with me. Where were his clothes? His wallet? Watch? Somehow they'd fled the scene.

"How far could they have gotten?" I said to myself. Without realizing it, I had stood and walked to the patio doors. "Mom?" I said as I walked into the house.

She turned quickly, but said nothing. My mother didn't just understand what was happening to me. She knew. She knew it like the ticking of a clock, the wind through the windows, like everything a person gets used to in life. It had only been eight months since Dad died. She knew there was little to be said. Little that should be said. Once, after Dad's funeral, she looked at Heather and me and said, "Don't talk. Everyone has said enough words to last for eternity."

I noticed how tall and straight she stood in her black dress and sensible shoes. How long must the dead be buried before you can stand straight again? "What happened to Kevin's stuff?" Mom glanced around as if checking to see if a guest had made off with the silverware.

I swallowed hard and clarified. "At the hospital. He was naked." A picture of him lying motionless, breathless on the white sheets filled my mind. "They never gave me his things. His, whatever, belongings. Effects."

"I don't know, Kate," she said. Like it didn't matter. Like I should stop thinking about it. I moved past her, careful not to touch her, and went in search of my sister.

Heather sat on my secondhand couch in my living room, a two-seater with the pattern of autumn leaves. She held an empty cup and a napkin, dark crumbs tumbling off onto the carpet. Her long brown hair, usually left down, was pulled up into a bun. She looked pretty and sad. She saw me coming, her brown eyes widening in recognition. Recognition that she should do something. Meet my needs, help me, make time stand still. She quickly ended the conversation she was having with Kevin's boss and met me in the middle of the living room.

"Hey," she said, touching my arm. I took a small step back, avoiding her warm fingers.

"Where would his stuff go?" I blurted out. Heather's eyebrows snapped together in confusion. "Kevin's things," I said. "They never gave me his things. I want to go and get them. Will you come?"

Heather stood very still for a moment, straight-backed like she was made of wood, then relaxed. "You mean at the hospital. Right, Kate? Kevin's things at the hospital?"

Tears welled in my eyes. "There was nothing. You were there. When we left, they never gave me anything of his." I realized I was trembling.

Heather bit her lower lip and looked into my eyes. "Let me do that for you. I'll call the hospital—" I stood on my tiptoes and opened my mouth. "I'll go," she corrected before I could say anything. "I'll go and ask around. I'll get his stuff and bring it here."

"I need his things."

Heather cupped my elbow with her hand. "You need to lie down. Let me get you upstairs, and as soon as you're settled, I'll go to the hospital and find out what happened to Kevin's clothes, okay?"

Fatigue filled the small spaces between my bones. "Okay." She led me upstairs. I crawled under the covers as Heather closed the door, blocking the sounds of the people below.

CHAPTER 2

It was dark when I half woke. I wasn't alone in the bedroom. I could see nothing in the darkness, but I could feel Kevin standing by the door. My heart beat out a staccato rhythm, but my body remained loose and limp. I opened my mouth, but found I had no voice. The words I formed fell back into my throat. His presence seemed to move from the doorway to the end of the bed. Whatever his intent, I was powerless to either resist or comply. I blinked in the darkness, tears forming at the corners of my eyes.

"Go back to sleep. Everything is fine," Kevin said, his voice low and commanding.

Everything wasn't fine. He was dead and I was alone and none of this was supposed to happen. I rolled onto my side and sobbed as the darkness overtook me.

I awoke with a start. I heard a noise, rumbling and deep, like a man's voice. I strained my ears, but heard nothing more. The sun peered in around the blinds. Kevin's clothes were at the bottom of my bed, neatly folded.

I grabbed the clothes and buried my face in their folds. They smelled of citrus, as if recently laundered. I slipped on Kevin's blue-striped dress shirt. His belt lay coiled on top of his black slacks. I found his wallet in the back pocket and placed it on top of his dresser beside his wedding ring the funeral director had returned to me only two days before. Something was missing, but I couldn't think what. Another noise, this time like the scraping of a chair.

I headed downstairs. I went into the kitchen and was neither surprised nor alarmed to see Blair Winters sitting at the table. He looked up from the magazine he was reading and gave me a small "Hey." Blair held up the set of keys that Kevin had given him the day we moved in. "I let myself in." He pocketed them.

Blair Winters was Kevin's best man at our wedding and best friend in life. He was a pallbearer at Kevin's funeral and cried without restraint at the grave site.

They were an unlikely pair, Kevin and Blair. They had met at basketball tryouts their junior year of high school. Kevin was a serious guy who believed in hard work and dating one girl at a time. Blair was already on his way to becoming one of the most popular guys in high school. He had a rumpled, lazy look that drove girls crazy, which was fine with him.

When Blair left Greenfield for college, everyone in town said he'd never come back. They were wrong. The ink wasn't dry on his degree before he was back in town, much to the delight of his mother and the dismay of several coeds. He opened a small skateboard shop that dealt in exclusive, expensive parts. His mother had called his shop "a fine waste of an expensive degree."

I could still see the remnants of the playboy I knew in high school as I looked at Blair's face that morning. I noticed lines forming around his mouth, and a sadness that stretched over his face like a mask, but they did nothing to diminish his sex appeal. Even in my numb state I recognized his appeal. He looked like a man any woman would kiss. A coed, a mother, a nun.

I grabbed a box of cereal. "What are you up to?" I opened the fridge for the milk. I had to move two casserole dishes and a bowl of grapes in order to reach it. The entire town had cooked for me. I would be eating lasagna for years.

"Nothing," he said, tossing the magazine into the recycle bin by the back door. "I checked on you, but you were sleeping so I came down here."

"How long have you been here?"

He looked at his bare wrist. "Uh, it was pretty early when I got up. I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a walk. I wandered around for a while and found myself in front of your guys' house. Your house." He pawed at his face with both hands. "I guess it was around three," he spoke into his palms.

"A.M.?" I asked stupidly.

"Yeah."

I shrugged and grabbed two bowls. Blair and I ate our cereal in silence.

"Do you want to know what his last words to me were?" Blair asked, breaking the stillness. He didn't look at me, just traced the maze on the back of the cereal box with his index finger.

"Yes."

"We were on the phone, the day before he ... We'd been talking for about ten minutes; I was trying to help him with a problem he was having." He threw me a look I couldn't read, and then went back to the maze. "It was just some stuff at work he was trying to get straight. Anyway, at the end of our conversation, he said, 'You're a great friend, Blair. Like a brother.'" Blair's face trembled and crumbled. I thought he was crying, but when he spoke next his voice was calm. "Do you remember his last words to you? I mean, do you want to tell me?"

"No."

Kevin's last words to me? Did he kiss me good-bye before he drove off into his eternity? Did he call me from work to tell me he'd be home early—or late? Had he called on his cell phone, pounding his fist at red lights and telling me how he loved me? I didn't know. I couldn't remember.

Since Kevin died, I had tried to look into the days and weeks prior, but all I could see was a yawning, dark hole. My memories had been taken by blunt force. I wasn't sure when it happened, when my memories had slipped away. But looking at Blair's grief-doused face, I was certain they were gone.

Most of them, anyway. The dark hole, the abyss where my recent past resided, wasn't a complete void. Swirling in the midst of obscurity were pockets of light, like snapshots. Each one swam alone, unconnected to any other, unfettered. One of them, more a soundtrack than an image, played over again in my mind: Kevin saying, "Don't wait for me."

The statement taunted me like a bully. What did it mean? Whom was he speaking to? When had he said it? And when would I remember again? But even if I couldn't make sense of what he was saying, I played it over and over in my mind just to hear his voice.

Blair stared at me for a few moments, and, when it was clear I would say no more, he got up from the table in a series of jerky movements that caused milk to spill from his bowl onto the table. "Sorry. I should go." He walked to the back door. I followed wordlessly. Blair kissed the top of my head, an easy place for him to reach. He was over six feet tall, I just over five foot four. "If you need me, I'm only a phone call away. Day or night, Kate. Okay?"

"Okay."

He reached for the knob and hesitated. He turned and looked into my eyes. "Seriously, Kate. Anything."

"I know."

When he was gone, I locked the back door and felt the emptiness of the house enfold me.

I left the dishes on the table and walked into the living room. Everything had been cleaned mercilessly. I could see no evidence of the funeral reception. It was as if it had never happened. I sat on the floor, my back to the two-seater sofa, and drew my knees up to my chest. Maybe it hadn't happened. Maybe it was a mistake. A divine clerical error.

Once, when I was at home unpacking my food after grocery shopping, I discovered a bag that didn't belong to me. I had stood in my kitchen wondering what I should do with four avocados, a package of condoms, and denture cleaner. Maybe that's what had happened this time. I'd picked up someone else's tragedy by mistake.

"The cereal is going to dry right onto those bowls," Kevin said from the kitchen.

"Who cares?" I said, lost in my wishful thinking.

"You hate it when the cereal is stuck to the sides of the bowl."

"Kevin?"

"I'm cold," he said.

"Where are you?"

My head felt light, a nebulous balloon floating above my body. I ran into the kitchen, catching my toe on a chair. "Kevin?" There was no one there.

The phone rang. I stood immobile, staring at it. My heart ricocheted off my breastbone as I reached for the receiver. I picked it up and pushed it to my ear. My lips parted. "Kevin?"

"Kate?" my mother said. "Are you there? I wanted to tell you that I left a turkey salad in the fridge for your lunch." I nodded, saying nothing. I hung up. It wasn't Kevin. He wasn't here. Hope and helplessness blended like oil and water in my stomach. Of course Kevin's not here, I thought. He's dead. No one talks to the dead.

CHAPTER 3

I rambled through the main floor of my small house that night. Earlier the sunset had thrown prisms onto my walls, but now it was dark. The only light came from the streetlamp shining through the front window, turning my walls the color of muddy floors. Normal people were sleeping. But I wasn't normal, not anymore. Several times that night I stood at the bottom of the stairs that led to my bedroom. I gazed up into the darkness of the second-floor hallway, but I couldn't climb the stairs. Couldn't lift a foot to the first step. It was as if my desolation had multiplied the power of gravity. I was stuck.

My body was somnolent, but my restive mind barked out orders to keep moving, stay awake, stay watchful. I paced on rubbery legs, longing for unconsciousness. My mind, luminously awake, sewed blindfolds of anger and forged a strong rope of despair. Bound and helpless, I spoke: "Kevin?" Only the ticking of a clock responded. I picked up a cushion from the sofa and hugged it like a lost love. "Kevin, are you there?" I waited for an eternity. I closed my eyes and concentrated on trying to hear his voice. I listened until my head hurt. The silence whistled to me.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from TALKING TO THE DEAD by BONNIE GROVE. Copyright © 2009 Bonnie Grove. Excerpted by permission of David C. Cook.
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Table of Contents

Contents

Chapter 1,
Chapter 2,
Chapter 3,
Chapter 4,
Chapter 5,
Chapter 6,
Chapter 7,
Chapter 8,
Chapter 9,
Chapter 10,
Chapter 11,
Chapter 12,
Chapter 13,
Chapter 14,
Chapter 15,
Chapter 16,
Chapter 17,
Chapter 18,
Chapter 19,
Chapter 20,
Chapter 21,
Chapter 22,
Chapter 23,
Chapter 24,
Chapter 25,
Chapter 26,
Chapter 27,
Chapter 28,
Chapter 29,
Chapter 30,
Chapter 31,
Chapter 32,
Chapter 33,
Chapter 34,
Chapter 35,
Chapter 36,
Chapter 37,
Chapter 38,
Chapter 39,
Chapter 40,
Chapter 41,
Chapter 42,
Chapter 43,
Chapter 44,
Chapter 45,
Chapter 46,
Chapter 47,
Chapter 48,
Chapter 49,
Epilogue,
AfterWords,
An Interview with Bonnie Groves,
Group Discussion Topics,

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  • Posted March 17, 2009

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    This novel is downright perfect! A great escape for a day!

    is a page turner in the truest sense of the word. You'll forget to eat while you are reading this story! No joke! I read this book in two sittings. It was absolutely amazing. Talking to the Dead is making my best of 2009 fiction list for sure. The writing was so well done I'd never guess it was a debut novel. I loved how the author didn't hold back on any of the issues that the character Kate was dealing with. Plus, the ending made me smile and emit a satisfied sigh. I've read some other books dealing with pain and grief and none of them come close to being as good as this one. It almost reads like a suspense in that you find out a little bit more and a little bit more as the story moves along. More than once I found myself saying, "No way!" Yet it was totally believable. The way her mind dealt with the trauma, like when she watched that short video clip over and over was SO well done. I felt like I was Kate and I hurt right along with her. At the same time I rejoiced with her when things started turning around. The dialog was also done amazing as well. The honesty of the spiritual journey and the character's inner voice was fabulous. And for people who don't know much about mental health issues, I loved how accurate and true-to-life the story was. Clearly the author did her research in many areas. I can't say enough great things about this debut novel. If you don't buy any other books this year, get this one!

    7 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 26, 2011

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    Read this book. Just read it. Trust me. :-)

    This debut novel about a woman who hears from her dead husband, who slips into depression and inertia to the point where she cannot function--then finds her way out of it--is spellbinding. Early on, you get the feeling that Kevin and Kate's relationship wasn't all sunshine and roses...but little does a reader dream how much is coming as her memories begin to clarify and return. I bought this book at a writers' conference and stayed up WAY past my bedtime to read it--and was done with it before we left, two days later. Masterfully crafted, deeply emotional, disturbing, uplifting, edifying--Ms. Grove has it all covered. Do NOT miss this one!

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 22, 2010

    POWERFUL!!!!

    Wow. This book was.. in a word: POWERFUL!!! I don't even know how to begin to review this book right now.. I ordered this book because my sister-in-law edited it, and RAVED about it.. but just before the book arrived, my husband left me. It took me 6 months before I was able to read this book about the loss of a husband.. Let me tell you, I wanted to throw it against the wall a few times, and almost stopped reading it entirely, because I was able to relate to the main character in a very painful way... I actually could pick ou...more POWERFUL!!! I don't even know how to begin to review this book right now.. I ordered this book because my sister-in-law edited it, and RAVED about it.. but just before the book arrived, my husband left me. It took me 6 months before I was able to read this book about the loss of a husband.. Let me tell you, I wanted to throw it against the wall a few times, and almost stopped reading it entirely, because I was able to relate to the main character in a very painful way... I actually could pick out who each character in the book is in my life right now. But the more angry I got at the book, the harder it was to put down. I'm really glad I continued on.. Bonnie's novel has an incredible way of delivering hope. How appropriate that I should finish this book on March fourth.. Which is the mantra I had after reading this... "March forth.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 25, 2009

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    Talking to the Dead

    Talking to the Dead
    Bonnie Grove
    2009
    David C Cook
    Fiction/Christian

    Reviewed by Cindy Loven

    Kate Davis is sinking! Fast! October had brought the drowning death of her father, and now Spring, has brought another tragedy. Her husband Kevin is suddenly dead. This is not how her life is supposed to be.

    She truly thinks she may be going crazy. Even the professionals think she is going off the deep end. She is hearing Kevin talk to her. They keep characterizing her as hearing voices, but it is just Kevin's voice.

    The scary thing is Kate has also lost her memory. Her journey to bring herself back to reality is a painful journey. Seeking professional help, and even Spiritual help, Kate finds that not all people serve God equally, or have a right view of God. Abused by a over zealous pastor, trying to cast out the "demon" within her, Kate is leery of all things connected with God.

    Enter Pastor Jack, a wonderful man devoted to giving to inner city kids. His time, his love and his devotion to the kids of Glen Hills Community Center. He also has a church of 'sorts' that meets each Sunday at the Center. Most importantly, he is a friend, a friend determined to help her realize that God is not like what she has been presented, and determined to help her through this difficult time in her life.
    Many surprises, even betrayals by family and friends along Kate's path to healing, make Bonnie Grove's novel a story that will touch your heart. When first considering this book for review, I was truly afraid it would be some sort of weird, supernatural story. You will be touched and moved by this story.

    Bonnie Grove's first novel, will never strike you as a first novel. The story is amazing and well written. The depth of the story is amazing to me. The book ends with a Afterword Interview with Bonnie Grove, and a list of discussion questions for a book club or group discussion. Most definitely a book to share with friends. 368 pages $14.99 US

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 30, 2009

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    Are there ghosts?

    This is such an interesting concept for a book. We follow a new widow as she goes on her journey of grief. Or is it grief? As Kate suffers from memory loss of what happened leading up to Kevin's sudden death she struggles to work through her grief, she starts recovering her memories. The question is, does she really want to remember? The problem is that Kevin died, but he hasn't quit talking to her. Is he a ghost, is she crazy? What is going on! This book kept me turning the pages to find out what was really happening to Kate and what happened in the year leading up to Kevin's death. I would categorize this as women's fiction with a little mystery mixed in. I enjoyed "Talking to the Dead" and look forward to more books by Bonnie.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 4, 2009

    Provocative Fiction - Great for Book Clubs

    Kate Davis is having a really bad day. And just when she thinks it can't get any worse, her husband Kevin assures her everything is fine. The problem is, Kevin's dead. Talking to the Dead is a provocative, fast-paced, page-turning debut nobvel that will make you an instant fan of this author. It pulls you in from the first line and holds you spellbound till the final page. This is a great selection for book clubs, as there are several subjects just right for discussion.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 24, 2009

    Debut novel full of stunning depth and twists

    Talking to the Dead by Bonnie Grove is full of surprises for its readers. Kate Davis' life has shattered in the unexpected death of her husband Kevin. She can't eat or sleep or even go up the stairs to their bedroom. Her friends and family are worried about her, but they'd worry even more if they knew that Kevin was talking to Kate. She finds great comfort in the words of the man she loved with her whole being, and it seems to be helping her ability to grieve, at least at first. When I first read the description of this book, I was hooked. It sounded like a light-hearted and fun look at dealing with devastating grief. I expected a quick, fun read. Then Kevin stopped talking and started shouting, and Kate started recovering lost memories, and the book took a completely unexpected turn. Kate's quest to discover the source of his voice and then the truth behind his death lead her and the reader into dark places. The novel's sudden U-turn brings a great deal of depth and emotion to Kate and the story. I was completely blown away by Kate's journey and shocked that Grove never took the easy way out. There are no easy answers here, the bad guys don't get their just desserts, and Kate suffers unimaginably. Through it all, Grove somehow manages to keep a touch of humor so the story never gets too heavy or depressing. This is a stunning and in the end, amazingly beautiful novel of redemption and forgiveness.

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  • Posted June 24, 2009

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    Must Read

    Every once in a while a book grabs from the first sentence and doesn't let go until the reader turns the final page. Even then, like a magnet, the reader is drawn back to reflect. This is that book.

    Written in the first person narrative of Kate, and interspersed with her snippets of memories in third person narratives, this tale of a grief stricken, young woman is told. Even though the topic is glum, the story shines with brightness. This is a must-read.

    Interview with the author and discussion topics are included.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 11, 2014

    Very good

    Inspiring for a betrayed soul

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 15, 2013

    GOOD READ!

    This was an overall good read. I did not think it was GREAT, but it did hold my attention and did hit on some pretty deep emotions.

    My problem is I thought it would be more mysterious, or have a more supernatural feel to it. It was more a book about love and loss and how differently (or similarly) we all go through the grieving process.

    If I had recently lost a loved on, I am sure this book would have hit a little closer to home. As it was, I was expecting something a little more creepy and suspenseful, as opposed to tearjerking and heartfelt.

    The writing style was smooth and the book was well written. I wish I was a little more into this kind of book so I could give the kind of review I think this author deserves. I just wasn't ready for the story I got, and was therefore a little disappointed. It was a good read though.

    -- SPeeD

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2013

    A very good, unique book.

    This book took me through so many emotions. I highly recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2013

    Shanda

    Mmmmmmm hey se.xi

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  • Posted January 25, 2013

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    I truly loved this book!

    I truly loved this book!

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  • Posted January 11, 2013

    This is an excellent novel. It was very easy to identify with Ka

    This is an excellent novel. It was very easy to identify with Kate and her struggles. I kept reading because I wanted to find out her history and because I wanted her to find happiness.
    I also think this author did a very good job of allowing the characters and situations reveal her moral stances on religion and related issues without beating us over the head with her viewpoint.
    I came away liking Kate even though she is not perfect and suspecting that I would also like Bonnie Grove as well.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2012

    Excellent

    Devastating and uplifting, funny and tragic, well written with great characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2012

    Great Read

    Loved this book. Highly recommend

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 24, 2012

    Mnemosyne

    Riverrush?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2012

    Very Intense

    This is a book about a woman grieving. She lost her dad a few months before and then her husband. She realizes on the day of her husband's funeral she has also suffered a huge memory loss. The story follows her during the grieving process and as she starts recovering her memories. This is not a fluff book nor is it pretty. This is a nitty, gritty book of a woman who has to deal with the loss of the husband, the marriage she had wanted and her breakdown when it became too much to bear. It is also a journey as she regains her memories, rediscovers herself and finds a new life, new friends and, eventually, new love.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2012

    Great book

    A bit long with a pinch of religon but I could not put it down
    Many people go through bad times in their lives this is a story of how she coped with it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2012

    Couldn't put this book down.......

    Excellent read....did i say excellent....well written story heart wrenching story..i couldn't put this book down and the best part it was free.....

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