The Saturday Night Ghost Club by Craig Davidson

​I’ve been wanting to read this book for so long. A while back it made such a splash that it attracted my attention. I recommended for our library to get it – our library took its time. And then one day, voila, there it was.
The thing with much anticipated books (all things, really) is that it’s difficult for them to live up to your expectations, but this book had no such difficulty at all. It was awesome. Just as good as I’d heard and hoped for. Maybe even more so.
Strikingly lyrical, potently emotional, profoundly engaging tale of a young boy’s summer. A classic coming-of-age story that’s been tackled by genre’s best. That magical age of 12. On the precipice of young adulthood. Still innocent but beginning to get clued in on the inner workings of the world.
That’s Jake Baker, the novel’s protagonist, a kid in a small town near Niagara Falls. With his newfound friends, first love, and a way-out-there uncle, Jake’s about to have an unforgettable summer. And now just because of a titular club.
A lovely book through and through, with writing that grabs and your emotions and plays them like a violin. Or a ukulele. Pick your four-stringed pleasure.
There was magic to Jake’s summer, magic to the narrative, magic to the reading experience. The book goes by quickly and hits all the right notes. Loved it. Absolutely loved it. Recommended.