The Keeper of Lonely Spirits by E.M. Anderson is an utter disappointment. This so-called “novel” is a tedious journey through the life of Peter O’Shaughnessy, a man cursed with immortality. It's as if Anderson took an intriguing concept and decided to drown it in a sea of mediocrity. The plot is a monotonous loop of wandering and aimlessness, leaving readers more frustrated than enchanted. If the goal was to showcase the struggles of a man who can see the dead, it fails spectacularly. Instead, we’re left with a 400-page slog that feels like a punishment rather than a story. How can a book with such potential end up so lifeless? Spare yourself the agony and look elsewhere!
The Keeper of Lonely Spirits by E.M. Anderson is an utter disappointment. This so-called “novel” is a tedious journey through the life of Peter O’Shaughnessy, a man cursed with immortality. It's as if Anderson took an intriguing concept and decided to drown it in a sea of mediocrity. The plot is a monotonous loop of wandering and aimlessness, leaving readers more frustrated than enchanted. If the goal was to showcase the struggles of a man who can see the dead, it fails spectacularly. Instead, we’re left with a 400-page slog that feels like a punishment rather than a story. How can a book with such potential end up so lifeless? Spare yourself the agony and look elsewhere!




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