When Jenine finds an abandoned Polaroid camera, she playfully snaps a photo without a second thought. But there’s something wrong with the image: a ghostly figure stands in the background, watching her. Fixated on her.

Moving one step closer with every picture she takes.

Desperate, Jenine shares her secret with her best friend, Bree. Together they realize the camera captures unsettling impressions of the dead. But now the ghosts seem to be following the two friends. And with each new photo taken, a terrible danger grows ever clearer…

Do you remember the movie Shutter? The original, not the shitty American remake? The book reminded me of it. Jen though is haunted by a small boy and some spectral images.

The boy in the lighthouse mystery. It was interesting enough but I lost interest mid way through as each new chapter started with “Jenine said”, “Jen felt”, “Jen thought” and I had had enough of Jen. What about other people in the story?

“I’d like to think that we’re the kind of friends who could meet up one day when we’re eighty and talk like we’d just seen each other yesterday.

Yes, I like the plot. A person blessed with a good imagination can very easily get spooked by a camera that not only shows ghosts to people, but people to ghosts too. And ghosts would like to put their claws into people. Perfect! But – and this is a big but- the characters fell victim to the plot. It is almost as if the writer comes up with the idea of a ghost camera and then throws the rest just to work as a canvass. As result the girls with the camera look two – dimensional, their life drawn with broad generic brush strokes. The paranormal investigator they turn to for help fares no better. The ending is anticlimactic, typical for this sort of fiction. A good ghost takes care of the problem. Everybody lives happily ever after.