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At midlife, Nora Robertson owns a thriving plant shop, shares her life with a twelve-pound menace named Edgar, and can see dead people. Surprisingly, all three are good for business. In Andersson Township, where Scandinavian roots run deep and family histories run deeper, some locals have been around considerably longer than others. Ghosts have always been part of Nora’s life. They talk. She listens. And when your business includes creating funeral arrangements, occasionally consulting the deceased has its advantages.
But apparently, seeing ghosts wasn’t enough. Now, Nora has been recruited, or possibly conscripted, she’s honestly not sure which, by an organization in the afterlife to help guide souls from this life into the next.
As if that weren’t complicated enough, Nora has also done something far more frightening: she’s started a relationship. Aric Mercer owns the local comic book shop and possesses the deeply suspicious qualities of being calm, cool, collected, and very much alive. Nora does not have ordinary circumstances.
The dead have always been woven into her life, and so has grief, with all its heartbreak, absurdity, and wildly inappropriate humor. Now she’s juggling a plant shop, falling in love, Edgar, and an afterlife organization with a troubling lack of employee benefits.
Plants she understands. Give them enough light, enough water, enough room to grow, and most will find a way. People are harder.
Then again, life has never asked permission before changing everything.
At midlife, Nora Robertson owns a thriving plant shop, shares her life with a twelve-pound menace named Edgar, and can see dead people. Surprisingly, all three are good for business. In Andersson Township, where Scandinavian roots run deep and family histories run deeper, some locals have been around considerably longer than others. Ghosts have always been part of Nora’s life. They talk. She listens. And when your business includes creating funeral arrangements, occasionally consulting the deceased has its advantages.
But apparently, seeing ghosts wasn’t enough. Now, Nora has been recruited, or possibly conscripted, she’s honestly not sure which, by an organization in the afterlife to help guide souls from this life into the next.
As if that weren’t complicated enough, Nora has also done something far more frightening: she’s started a relationship. Aric Mercer owns the local comic book shop and possesses the deeply suspicious qualities of being calm, cool, collected, and very much alive. Nora does not have ordinary circumstances.
The dead have always been woven into her life, and so has grief, with all its heartbreak, absurdity, and wildly inappropriate humor. Now she’s juggling a plant shop, falling in love, Edgar, and an afterlife organization with a troubling lack of employee benefits.
Plants she understands. Give them enough light, enough water, enough room to grow, and most will find a way. People are harder.
Then again, life has never asked permission before changing everything.