This was exactly the kind of book I would normally dislike, but for some reason I loved it. I think it was the setting, America in 1918, just weeks before World War I ended, in the height of fear and flu. I have always been fascinated by Spiritualism and things such as the Cottingsley fairies, and Houdini and Doyle's feud over their authenticity. So even though the story seemed a little, um, odd, the mentality of the world at that time made it believable. I can't imagine being alive during such a horrifying time in history. The fact that Mary Shelley was in constant contact with her dead boyfriend was a little weird, even after she got struck by lightning (which was also a little weird). The slang she used seemed out of place in 1918 (did teenage girls get away with saying OK?), however once I started reading it I couldn't stop, and the whole story really captured the paranoia and grim hopelessness of the time.