The Baby-Sitters Club meets Stranger Things in this eerie middle grade novel about friendship, fitting in, and the afterlife, following a girl who discovers she’s not the only one at her new school who can see ghosts. Wednesday Thomas sees ghosts. But that doesn’t mean she has to talk to them. After a terrifying experience in an Arizona state park with a wicked ghost, Wednesday and her mother Olivia sell their RV and move back south to the family home in Alton, Georgia. Wednesday’s determined not to use her gift anymore—until she meets a group of girls who also know about the spirit realm. There’s free-spirited Miki Okada and Southern belle Danni-Lynn Porter who seem to know about the ghosts who roam the school’s hallways, popular girl Alexa Scott who tells Wednesday to stay away from Miki and Danni-Lynn and not draw attention to herself, and mysterious neighbor Violet Delgado who died last year but still haunts the house across the street. Wednesday feels these girls have some kind of shared history, but it isn’t until Miki gives her an official invitation to the Dead Club that she starts to understand there’s a lot more going on with the ghosts in Alton and the girls who can see them. And when another malevolent ghost threatens to harm Wednesday, it will take the help of new friends both living and dead to save her and banish the evil being to the spirit realm where it belongs.

Grey Gomez is an eleven-year-old boy who is having a bizarre week. First he dies, then wakes up in the afterlife with a tomboy, a baseball player, a beauty queen and a science geek. They learn that Purgatory is broken and are soon thrust into a frantic search through the Underworld to find out why. With the help of an Oracle and the Grim Reaper himself, Grey and his new friends develop extraordinary abilities that aid them on their quest to discover the truth.

Kate Spencer lost her mom to cancer when she was 27. In The Dead Moms Club, she walks readers through her experience of stumbling through grief and loss, and helps them to get through it, too. This isn't a weepy, sentimental story, but rather a frank, up-front look at what it means to go through gruesome grief and come out on the other side. An empathetic read, The Dead Moms Club covers how losing her mother changed nearly everything in her life: both men and women readers who have lost parents or experienced grief of this magnitude will be comforted and consoled. Spencer even concludes each chapter with a cheeky but useful tip for readers (like the "It's None of Your Business Card" to copy and hand out to nosy strangers asking about your passed loved one).

The The Dead Presidents Club story continues with the ghosts of Andrew Jackson, Theodore Roosevelt and Calvin Coolidge trying to end a 160 year old curse before an assassin kills the president and his family by blowing up the White House. The ghosts have little time to discover the assassin and to stop him. Meanwhile their living friend Brian Stone, the presidents son, has problems of his own he must climb the dreaded rope to the ceiling of the school gymnasium or receive a failing grade.

An edgy, contemporary tale about death and suicide and its effects on two families. Death is a fact of life for the principle characters and especially for Marina Reed who wishes to join her loved ones at 'the dead club', a place she and her sixth form friends obsessed about in their youth. Ultimately her mortido becomes more urgent until it takes her over the edge. The novel is in fact very much about edges: where the ultimate edge is between life and death. Written in bite-sized sections in a colloquial style with elements of black humour and surrealism. A lot of it takes place along the iconic devon railway line, passing through Dawlish and Teignmouth.

New York City, 1940. Not the most peaceful place but now heating up more than usual.Frank DeGrae, private eye, has been called out again. His old partner and friend, Lieutenant Akers, has had another victim dropped in his lap and the situation is beginning to look desperate. The murders are becoming a regular thing and beginning to look connected.Frank, no longer on the department but working for himself as a private detective, has developed his own concern there may be a serial killer loose in his city. Who is this person, who has made his hit list, and why? Frank has decided to team up with his old cop buddies again to find and stop this killer before there is a new member admitted to The Dead Club.

Vous avez été choisis, vous faites partie des rares élus, Winshluss vous invite à faire un tour dans son fameux Club de la Mort ! Fouillez dans votre poche, trouvez-y votre billet et lancez-vous dans les dédales de cette fête foraine macabre où l'effroi le dispute au sarcasme. Guidé au milieu des attractions par la grande faucheuse en personne, vous ricanerez en choeur des tableaux qu'elle fera apparaître devant vous, compilant les vanités et les rêves médiocres d'une humanité en sursis, obèse et pourrissante... Mais ce sera votre visage décomposé et grouillant de vers que vous croiserez au détour de la galerie des glaces ! Vous vous consolerez de voir que vos compagnons de train fantôme n'auront pas meilleure mine que vous, avatars disneyens ou pantins de série B rescapés d'un film de zombies projeté un soir de panne de climatisation dans un cinéma de Tijuana. Mais avant même de pouvoir échanger avec eux quelques phalanges, vous serez entraîné par votre amie jusqu'au grand huit, où vous apprécierez de ne plus avoir d'estomac. Pour vous remettre de vos émotions, la grande parade des horreurs vous montrera avec une précision "entomologistique" vos semblables bouffer, vivre et s'accoupler dans un grouillement de cafards. La Camarde, qui n'est guère plus qu'un exterminateur d'insectes, les réduira en bouffie pour votre seule distraction dans un bouquet d'éclaboussures ! Ne vous restera plus qu'à vous diriger avec elle vers la buvette où, devant un verre de mort aux rats, vous regarderez les néons s'éteindre et les portes du club se refermer, heureux d'avoir encore une bouche pour rire... et des yeux pour pleurer.