"When you're dead, you don't visit the living. As far as I know, I'm not a ghost. I'm not haunting anyone or any place. And the living -- let's just say no one's come looking for me. No one has reached out to me, asking for a sign from the other side. And if they did, I probably wouldn't know how to respond anyway. This is, of course, my own personal experience. My name is Kevin Macy. I was forty-five years old when I died."What piqued my interest in reading this novel was the tombstone. If you notice (click to enlarge, if you can't read what's on that stone), the dates of Kevin's life are from 1969 to 1932. What? Read that again: 1969-1932. The rest of it says: "Beneath lies a man who travels through time dead, but still dreaming he must stop a crime." I'm hooked.
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