Boo, Mary Roach. Boo. (See what I did there? Heckling the author of a 'ghost book' with the quintessentially 'ghost' phrase. 'Cause I'm witty...)

This book bored me beginning to end, with a few brief sections that elicited some small level of interest. To be fair, all things ghosty...probably not my favorite topic to begin with. But I have read other Roach works ("Stiff") and love her accessible, humorous, and informative style. Or, I should say, LOVED her style. Maybe I just didn't love the particular angles she chose to approach the topic. I hoped (in vain) that perhaps "Spook" is one of Roach's earlier books and she just hadn't found her voice yet. But at the end of the day, too much of this book read like a bad student paper--unsuccessfully grasping for something new or interesting, while regurgitating the anecdotes and studies of others with little to no meaningful analysis.