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Seven perfect days. Then he disappeared. A love story with a secret at its heart.
When Sarah meets Eddie, they connect instantly and fall in love. To Sarah, it seems as though her life has finally begun. And it's mutual: It's as though Eddie has been waiting for her, too. Sarah has never been so certain of anything. So when Eddie leaves for a long-booked vacation and promises to call from the airport, she has no cause to doubt him. But he doesn't call.
Sarah's friends tell her to forget about him, but she can't. She knows something's happenedthere must be an explanation.
Minutes, days, weeks go by as Sarah becomes increasingly worried. But then she discovers she's right. There is a reason for Eddie's disappearance, and it's the one thing they didn't share with each other: the truth.
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About the Author
Rosie Walsh traveled and lived all over the world, working as a documentary producer, before settling in Bristol, England, where she lives with her partner and son. Ghosted is her American debut.
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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof***
It’s exactly nineteen years since that luminous morning when we smiled and said good-bye. That we would see each other again was never in doubt, was it? It was a question of when, not if. In fact, it wasn’t even a question. The future might have seemed as insubstantial as the curled edge of a dream, but it unequivocally contained us both. Together.
And yet it didn’t. Even after all these years I find myself stunned by that.
Nineteen years since that day. Nineteen whole years! And I’m still looking for you. I will never stop looking for you.
Often you appear when I expect it least. Earlier today I was trapped in some pointless dark thought or other, my body clenched like a metal fist. Then suddenly you were there: a bright autumn leaf cartwheeling over a dull pewter lawn. I uncurled and smelled life, felt dew on my feet, saw shades of green. I tried to grab hold of you, that vivid leaf, cavorting and wriggling and giggling. I tried to take your hand, look straight at you, but like an optical black spot you slid silently sideways, just out of reach.
I will never stop looking for you.
Day Seven: When We Both Knew
The grass had become damp. Damp and dark and full of industry. Stretching away toward the blackened ridge of the woods, it quivered with battalions of ants and ponderous snails and tiny, gossamer-spinning spiders. Underneath us, the earth drew to itself a last residue of warmth.
Eddie, lying next to me, was humming the Star Wars theme tune. His thumb stroked mine. Slowly, gently, like the clouds moving across the fine clip of moon above us. “Let’s search for aliens,” he’d said earlier, as the violet sky had thickened to purple. We were still there.
I heard the distant sigh of the last train disappearing into the tunnel farther up the hill and I smiled, remembering when Hannah and I used to camp out here as children. In a small field in this same small valley, hidden from what still felt like a small world.
At the first sign of summer Hannah would beg our parents to put up the tent.
Sure, they said. As long as you camp in the garden.
The garden was flat. It was at the front of our house, overlooked by almost every window. But it was never enough for Hannah, whose spirit of adventure— even though she was five years my junior—had always exceeded mine. She wanted the field. The field straggled up the steep hill behind our house, flattening just enough at the top to fit a tent. It was overlooked by nothing other than the sky. It was speckled with hard Frisbees of cowpat and was so high up you could almost look down our chimney.
Our parents were not so keen on the field.
“But I’ll be perfectly safe,” Hannah would insist, in that bossy little voice. I missed that voice.
“I’ll have Alex with me.” Hannah’s best friend spent most of her time at our house. “And Sarah. She can protect us if any murderers come.”
As if I were a well-built man with a reliable right hook.
“And you won’t have to make our dinner if we go camping. Or our breakfast . . .”
Hannah was like a tiny bulldozer—she never ran out of counterarguments—and our parents inevitably gave in. At first they camped in the field with us, but eventually, as I fought on through the knotted jungle of adolescence, they allowed Hannah and Alex to sleep up there alone, with me as bodyguard.
We would lie in Dad’s old festival tent—a lumbering thing made of orange canvas, like a small bungalow—and listen to the symphony of sounds in the grass outside. Often, I’d stay awake long after my little sister and her friend had slackened into sleep, wondering what kind of protection I’d actually be able to offer were someone to burst in. The necessity of protecting Han nah— not just as she slept in this tent, but always—felt like molten rock in my stomach, a volcano barely contained. And yet what would I actually do? Karate chop them with my teenage wrist? Stab them with a marshmallow-toasting stick?
Often hesitant, not entirely certain of herself, was how my form tutor had described me on a report.
“Well, that’s really bloody useful,” Mum had said, in the voice she normally reserved for telling off our father. “Ignore her, Sarah. Be as uncertain as you like! That’s what your teenage years are for!”
Exhausted, eventually, by the competing forces of protectiveness and powerlessness, I’d fall asleep, waking early to assemble whatever disgusting combination of things Hannah and Alex had packed for their infamous “breakfast sandwich.”
I laid a hand on my chest; dimmed the lights on the memory. It wasn’t an evening for sadness; it was an evening for now. For Eddie and me, and the great, still-growing thing between us.
I concentrated on the sounds of a woodland clearing at night. Invertebrate rustle, mammalian shuffle. The green whisper of moving leaves, the untroubled rise and fall of Eddie’s breath. I listened to his heart, beating evenly through his jumper, and marveled at his steadiness. “More will be revealed,” my father always liked to say about people. “You have to watch and wait, Sarah.” But I’d been watching this man for a week, and I hadn’t sensed any disquiet. In many ways he reminded me of the me I’d trained myself to be at work: solid, rational, untroubled by the shifting tides of the nonprofit sector—but I was someone who’d spent years practicing, whereas Eddie seemed, simply, to be that way.
I wondered if he could hear the excitement careening around in my chest. A matter of days ago I’d been separated, approaching divorce, approaching forty. Then this. Him.
“Oh! A badger!” I said, as a low shape shuffled across the darkened edge of my vision. “I wonder if it’s Cedric.”
“Yes. Although I suppose it probably isn’t him. How long do badgers live?”
“I think about ten years.” Eddie was smiling: I could hear it.
“Well, then it’s definitely not Cedric. But it could be his son.
Or maybe grandson.” I paused. “We loved Cedric.”
A vibration of laughter traced through his body, into mine.
“Me and my little sister. We used to camp quite near here.”
He rolled over onto his side, his face close to mine, and I could see it in his eyes.
“Cedric the badger. I . . . you,” he said quietly. He traced a finger along my hairline. “I like you. I like you and me. In fact, I like you and me very much.”
I smiled. Right into those kind, sincere eyes. At those laughter lines, at the heavy angle of his chin. I took his hand and kissed his fingertips, rough and mottled with splinters after two decades of woodworking. Already it felt like I’d known him for years. For a lifetime. It felt like someone had matched us, maybe at birth, and nudged and aligned and planned and schemed until we finally met, six days ago.
“I just had some very mushy thoughts,” I said, after a long pause.
“Me too.” He sighed. “It feels like the last week’s been set to a score of sweeping violins.”
I laughed, and he kissed my nose, and I wondered how it was that you could spend weeks, months— years, even—just chugging on, nothing really changing, and then, in the space of a few hours, the script of your life could be completely rewritten. Had I gone out later that day I would have got straight on the bus and never met him, and this new feeling of certainty would be no more than an unheard whisper of missed opportunities and bad timing.
“Tell me even more about you,” he said. “I still don’t know enough. I want to know everything. The complete and unabridged life story of Sarah Evelyn Mackey, including the bad bits.” I held my breath.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t known this would happen at some stage, more that I still hadn’t decided what I’d do when it did. The complete and unabridged life story of Sarah Evelyn Mackey, including the bad bits. He could take it, probably. There was an armor on this man, a quiet strength that made me think of an old seawall, an oak tree, maybe.
He was running a hand along the curve between my hip and rib cage. “I love this curve,” he said.
A man so comfortable in his own skin you could probably sink any secret, any truth into him, and he’d be able to hold it without sustaining structural damage.
Of course I could tell him.
“I have an idea,” I said. “Let’s camp out here tonight. Pretend we’re still young people. We can make a fire, cook sausages, tell stories. Assuming you have a tent, that is? You seem like a man who’d have a tent.”
“I am a man who has a tent,” he confirmed.
“Good! Well then, let’s do it, and I’ll tell you everything. I . . .” I rolled over, looking out into the night. The last fat candles of blossom glowed dully on the horse chestnut at the edge of the woods. A buttercup swayed in the darkness near our faces. For reasons she’d never deigned to share, Hannah had always hated buttercups.
I felt something rise in my chest. “It’s just so lovely, being out here. Brings back so many memories.”
“Okay,” Eddie smiled. “We’ll camp. But first, come here, please.”
He kissed me on the mouth and for a while the rest of the world was muted, as if someone had simply pressed a button or turned a dial.
“I don’t want tomorrow to be our last day,” he said, when the kissing came to an end. He bandaged his arms more tightly around me and I felt the cheerful warmth of his chest and belly, the soft tickle of his cropped hair under my hands.
Closeness like this had become a distant memory, I thought, inhaling the clean, sandy smell of his skin. By the time Reuben and I had called it a day, we were sleeping like bookends on either side of our bed, the stretch of untouched sheets between us an homage to our failure.
“Till mattress us do part,” I’d said, one night, but Reuben hadn’t laughed.
Eddie pulled away so I could see his face. “I did . . . Look, I did wonder if we should cancel our respective plans. My holiday and your London trip. So we can roll around in the fields for another week.”
I propped myself up on an elbow. I want that more than you will ever know, I thought. I was married for seventeen years and in all that time I never felt the way I do with you.
“Another week of this would be perfect,” I told him. “But you mustn’t cancel your holiday. I’ll still be here when you get back.”
“But you won’t be here. You’ll be in London.”
“Are you sulking?”
“Yes.” He kissed my collarbone.
“Well, stop it. I’ll be back down here in Gloucestershire soon after you get back.”
He seemed unappeased.
“If you stop sulking, I might even come and meet you at the airport,” I added. “I could be one of those people with a name on a board and a car in the Short Stay.”
He seemed to consider this for a moment. “That would be very nice,” he said. “Very nice indeed.”
“And”—he paused, looked suddenly uncertain—“and I know it’s maybe a bit soon, but after you’ve told me your life story and I’ve cooked sausages that may or may not be edible, I want us to have a serious conversation about the fact that you live in California and I live in England. This visit of yours is too short.”
He tugged at the dark grass. “When I get back from holiday, we’ll have—what, a week together? Before you have to go back to the States?”
I nodded. The only dark cloud over our week together had been this, the inevitability of parting.
“Well then, I think we have to . . . I don’t know. Do something. Decide something. I can’t just let this go. I can’t know you’re somewhere in the world and not be with you. I think we should try to make this work.”
“Yes,” I said quietly. “Yes, me too.” I slid a hand inside his sleeve. “I’ve been thinking the same, but I lost my nerve every time I tried to bring it up.”
“Really?” Laughter and relief spilled into his voice, and I realized it must have taken some courage for him to start the conversation. “Sarah, you’re one of the most confident women I’ve ever met.”
“You are. It’s one of the things I like about you. One of the many things I like very much about you.”
It had been a great many years since I’d had to start nailing confidence to myself like a sign on a shop. But even though it came naturally now—even though I spoke at medical conferences around the world, gave interviews to news crews, managed a team—I felt unsettled when people remarked on it. Unsettled or perhaps exposed, like a person on a hill in a thunderstorm.
Then Eddie kissed me again and I felt it all dissolve. The sadness of the past, the uncertainty of the future. This was what was meant to happen next. This.
Excerpted from "Ghosted"
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Reading Group Guide
1. Have you ever ghosted someone, or been ghosted yourself? How did you handle it? What happened?
2. How should Sarah have handled Eddie’s disappearance? Was she right to keep searching for him, or should she have left it alone?
3. What do you make of Sarah and Reuben’s marriage? Do you think they were a good fit for each other when they met, or was their match doomed to fail no matter what? Did they behave well toward each other? What advice would you have given them?
4. There are a number of relationships in the book, and all are written with nuance and complexity. Do you see yourself in how the characters interacted with one another? Why do you think Eddie’s relationship with his mother was so tense? Could Sarah have been a better friend to Jenni?
5. Technology plays a significant role in the book and Sarah’s constant addiction to checking her phone takes a toll on her mental health. Do you think it’s important that Sarah had the option to try to track down Eddie? Why or why not?
6. There are number of anonymous letters scattered throughout the book. Did you guess to whom these were addressed, or who they were from? When did you know?
7. Were you surprised when you learned the truth about Hannah and Alex all those years ago? What did you think had occurred?
8. Having a child together is ultimately the one thing that seems to bring both Sarah and Eddie’s families together at last. Yet Jenni and Javier struggle to get pregnant, and must decide what their life will look like without children. If you couldn’t have children, or do not plan to have children, what would your life look like?
9. Why do you think Jo and Tommy kept their relationship secret? Would you have done the same in their position?
10. The ability—or inability—to forgive defines many of the characters in the book: from Eddie’s mother’s resistance to moving on, to Sarah’s inability to forgive herself, to Eddie’s crucial final decision on which the entire story hangs. Is it important to be able to forgive? Or are there some things that can never be excused?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Loved it! Read it in one day. Great story.
I really didn't want this book to end. Definitely a page Turner. This author really knows how to capture her audience and keeps you in suspense!
Absolutely loved these characters and the unpredictability of this story!
Ghosted has such a relatively new cultural definition of ending an intense emotional relationship abruptly, without communication, or a known cause. Using this as a launching pad for her novel Ghosted, Rosie Walsh creates a modern Gothic tale that engages your imagination as you try to figure out the 'why' of the story. Instant chemistry causes Sarah and Eddie to spend seven seemingly idyllic days together, pledging to return to be together after a long-planned vacation and a brief time with friends. Both feel that they have met their soul mate. Then the ghosting begins. Sporadic epistolary chapters addressed to 'Dear You' are confusing at first and only later begin to give away secrets of the past. Walsh does a fine job developing the setting of a British countryside, making it both vivid and wistful. The building of emotional bridges and longing are also crafted quite well. Sarah's friends urging her to forget Eddie go unheeded because Sarah is certain that Eddie had also filename in love with her. Convinced that something must have happened to him, she begins cyber stalking him and remembering clues about his routines that he had mentioned during their long conversations. She becomes convinced something must have happened to him, so she ignores the warnings of her friends. Walsh weaves several red herrings alongside true clues as the 'you' in the letter comes to be revealedone. I found myself guessing too early, then updating my guess a couple of times along the way. A true-to-life twist adds to the gothic-romance tale. The tension that lead to the climax was well worth it, but I wished for more elaboration or detail as the denouement hurriedly unraveled the final plot twist. This is a fine summer beach read or perfect for a rainy weekend. I give it 4.5 stars.
This is literally one of the best books I’ve ever read......and I read a ton.
Just finished reading this absolutely beautiful book with tears streaming down my face!! Loved every minute of it and could not put it down! Highly recommend!! Thank you dear author for a fabulous and beautiful story! Look forward to more books from this talented author!!!
The characters are so real you feel what they feel. Loved the relationships weaved through the main characters lives. Great story
Great characters. Great story.
Wonderful book. The characters are so real and even though the storyline is sad, it is a great read.
Starts off slow and builds.
Good balance of enough suspense and enough romance. I enjoyed this read.
This was an interesting book. I think this is a book where you have to pay attention to the text, and not skim over it. There are little parts that become important later and the characters actions are just as important as the words they speak. I can’t say that there is any specific character that stood out for me in this novel, for a majority of them irritated me. Jenni is the only character, at the end of the novel, that I cared for and I really wondered why she was still hanging on. It’s been years since the accident that took the life of Sarah’s sister. Paying respect to her sister, Sarah again makes a yearly trip to London, only this year she meets Eddie. She never meant to fall in love but Eddie was nothing like Reuben, her first husband. They spent one week together and Eddie was off on holiday. They hated to part but he promised to call Sarah while he was gone. They made a commitment to reconnect once he returns, as they both wanted to move forward with their relationship. When Eddie doesn’t call, Sarah thinks the worse. Sarah can’t think of any logical reason why Eddie hasn’t called her. Enlisting the help of her friends, Sarah tries social media to try to find any information on Eddie. Sarah eventually gets some leads but what she finds is not what she wants to hear. As readers, we travel back in time, through parts of the novel, and experience the beginning of Eddie and Sarah’s relationship, to see how it began. These flashbacks give us a glimpse into their lives and provide a few clues to help us put the story together. I liked Sarah’s relationships in the novel. I liked the variety of people she had to talk to and who were a part of her life. Some of these people were instrumental in her life and some, I thought she should appreciate more. Like I said before, there were quite a few people who bothered me in this novel. People who I thought should get a life or needed to grow up. But, that is what a good novel does, they provoke emotions and this one sure did. Then, there is Eddie. What a character. I’ll let you form your own opinion on him. I didn’t care for the ending. I could have thought of a hundred different endings for this novel beside this one. I just didn’t need another ending like this one. I’m glad we read this novel for book club, as I don’t think I would have read it otherwise. Between 3.5-4 stars.
A wonderful, captivating read, GHOSTED is a touching novel centered around love and loss. Walsh's engaging writing style, the relatable characters, and the looming, unanswered question at the heart of the story drew me in from the start. But what impressed me most with this novel were the unexpected twists I never saw coming. This book is women's fiction at its finest. Disclosure: I received a free copy of this book.
Slow in parts.
Good book. An easy to read beach book.
This story was slow at times but had parts that would get really good it was up and down until the end .. Some parts of the book I wondered why she went down theses paths of detail that were not relevant and somewhat boring at times . All in all a good story but only if you have patience to hang in there until the end ...
Enjoyed this very much, a few twists I did not see coming! Definitely recommend.
While on her annual visit home to England Sarah meets Eddie and they immediately hit it off. A one day meeting at a pub turns into a magical seven days spent in his home falling in love. Or so Sarah thought. As she leaves at the end of those seven days, they exchange all information, including phone numbers and friending each other on Facebook, and Sarah never hears from him again. OK, let’s be honest here, we have all been Ghosted. Did I know there was actually a term for what has happened in the past? Nope! When it happens to you, it’s very easy for that worry to turn into an unhealthy anxiety. In Ghosted, the novel, Sarah knows this happens to people but she can’t help wonder if something had happened. After all, she knew their feelings were true and couldn’t be one-sided. 90% of this novel is from her POV, so we only feel what she’s feeling and even though she gets kind of crazy you just know there is more to Eddie’s story. This novel was party love story, part mystery and every bit of it fascinating. As I learned more about Sarah’s life, I really wanted this happiness to be real. I wanted her to be allowed to have this one thing that was wonderful. Her restless energy imbued me as I was reading the novel making it hard for me to sit still and finish it. Two thirds of the way through the novel the author took a sharp turn that enabled us to FINALLY get Eddie’s POV. My feelings about him shifted dramatically when I got to see what was inside his head. I really liked this story. I will admit that as a woman, it’s hard to read from Sarah’s POV because it brings back all of those moments of uncertainty from my single days, and that was before we had all of the technology we do today. Then it was just unreturned phone calls. Now there are so many other forms of torture available! I am so glad that I stuck with this novel to the end. The ending was fabulous, but more because by living through Sarah’s pain and uncertainty her resolution became the reader’s own. It was a great feeling! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I’m conflicted about this novel. As someone who went through a pretty awful ghosting situation, I was expecting/hoping this novel would be cathartic. Or, at least, I was hoping it would mirror all of he stages of my ghosting experience. And, for a lot of it, it did. The crazy what ifs, the follow up messages, watching for a read status on Facebook Messenger, having your friends run out of patience with you. All of that is in here and I was with it. Until I wasn’t anymore. Until the book deviated from the ghosting norm in a frustrating way. A too neat way. I was really frustrated with the last 2/3 of this book through the lens of the book’s title. Because it’s not a book about being ghosted. Not really. If you put aside any expectations about the ghosting trend and go into it without thinking about ghosts and their victims, it’s a solid novel. There are really interesting character dynamics all around that make for really rich interactions. The main couple themselves are almost electric. They have a really great connection. There are a few events in the book that fake the reader out, leading them to assume something happened one way when it (and a few other details) happened another way (but it’s clear after the reveal that that’s what was going on all along) which was really clever. I liked being wrong about certain things and I really enjoyed a lot of the resolutions in this. But the resolutions surrounding the ghosting were less than ideal. Reading now that the author wasn’t ghosted herself but writing about a friend makes sense and I’m impressed with how much of the emotion she was able to capture even though it never happened to her. But there are some aspects and choices that she makes that someone who was ghosted just wouldn’t. Anyway, this novel was incredibly well-written and well-plotted and it’s worth your time to read it. Just don’t think too hard about it go in with any expectations from the title.
*The publisher sent me a review copy of this book in exchange of a review but this does not, in any way, affect my opinion on the book.* When I first read the synopsis of this book, I immediately knew that I want and need to read this story. I actually hate reading synopses sometimes because some just give way too much, but the synopsis for this is the perfect one. It’s just enough to catch the interest of a reader. For that, I didn’t know what to expect of the book. I didn’t have high expectations for it BUT I was really excited to read it because I was very curious to know what this book has to say about “The Man Who Didn’t Call”. This book started out alright for me. The beginning was just a narration of boy meets girl in the point of view of the female main character. It’s just the meet cute feels for the first part. Even so, I was still interested to read on and find out “So what if he didn’t call?” and “What happens next?” In the middle part of the book, “So what if he didn’t call?” was answered; and IT. STARTED. TO. FEEL. SO. HEAVY. This was when the legit hurtful feels started. I don’t know how but Rosie Walsh surely knows how to make a reader FEEL what needs to be felt. Fast forward into the book [and beyond all the narrations and stories], I was also SO shocked when, apparently, there’s a plot twist in all this meet cute and being ghosted stuff that happened! I don’t know if I’m just not reading a lot of romance books, but a plot twist in a romance book is simply a new thing for me. I was accustomed to a flat (and cliche) story line in romance books. PLUS, that plot twist is something you’ll never think of! I swear! “What happens next?” is surprisingly the even more hurtful feels part of the book and SURPRISE, SURPRISE, more details in the plot twist and EVEN MORE MIND BLOWING PLOT TWIST are waiting for you and it’s in the point of view of the male main character! Perfect = getting to read the POV of both male and female main characters! Overall, this book is really hooking, although the downside is that it can get a little “wordy” at times but it can’t be helped because everything was really narrated. I think that the many narrations in this book is essential to understand what’s going on. I’m just not patient enough when it comes to long narration, so this downside is just for me. It’s a fresh story for me. It’s a book full of surprises and twists. One chapter, you think that it was all explained to you and you understand everything; then the next chapter, more revelations are waiting for you and you’d realize that you clearly didn’t know everything yet! I really want to tell you how it will end but I’m afraid that it’s gonna be a spoiler so sorry, not sorry! You need to read this book. It’s worth it!