The Ghostly Hitchhiker is one of the most classic ghost stories of all time. It’s certainly one of the first I heard as a kid. There’s a lonely romance to the concept. Even though the story has seemingly endless variations, ultimately it stays the same, fixed as though trapped in amber. I’m never quite sure what brings me back to this kind of story, but whatever that unknown ingredient is, Seanan McGuire has tapped into it in a way that seems effortless. Following our Ghostly Hitchhiker, Rose, and her experiences on the ghost roads, this story is deceptively simple, beautifully written, and creeps into your heart and mind in a way that won’t let go. There’s an evanescence about it that haunts you, if you’ll excuse the unintentional pun. At least, that’s the effect it had on me. It’s written as a series of encounters, like short stories, but similar to the interconnected webs of ghostly highway she walks, Rose’s story becomes something far larger and more compelling than the sum of the parts.
This book is not a horror story. It’s neither gory nor gratuitous. If you’re looking for that, shoot for Clive Barker. This is the other end of the ghostly spectrum that addresses the human side of things. In the hands of a lesser writer, this would be sappy and probably turned into some cheesy teen movie. Some still might think it so, but I found it endearing and satisfying.
This is my first book from McGuire, and if it’s anything to judge by, it won’t be my last. Her writing style is lyrical without being excessive, the kind of thing that either comes naturally or not at all.