A review by illstoptheworldandreadwithyou
The Love of My Afterlife by Kirsty Greenwood

  • Loveable characters? Yes

5.0

A twenty-seven-year-old woman finally starts living in Kirsty Greenwood’s The Love of My Afterlife.

It’s just too bad that she had to die first.

“Here lies Delphie Denise Bookham.
 She died just as she lived: alone, perplexed, wearing something a bit sh*t.”

You would think that’s the end of the story, right?

It’s a good thing that Delphie’s Afterlife Specialist just so happens to be an avid romance reader, who loves a good, ole HEA. 

When Delphie has a meet-cute with a handsome stranger in that launderette-themed waiting room for her afterlife, and it turns out that stranger was sent there by mistake, her Afterlife Specialist gives Delphie the chance to return to the land of the living to find him.

There’s a catch, of course: she has to find him AND he has to kiss her within the next ten days. 

(Alexa, play “Kiss the Girl”.) 

If Delphie succeeds, she gets to stay on Earth. If she doesn’t? Well, she’s back to being dead.

As the story progresses and she begins interacting more with the people around her, Delphie learns that maybe she’s not the only person that needs to (at least metaphorically) start living again.

This book delivers that perfect balance of humor and emotion. I laughed out loud. I was in my feels. I swooned. I got that wrapped-in-a-warm-hug feeling.

I just adored it.

I received an advance copy of the book from Berkley and NetGalley. All review opinions are my own.