The Cemetery's Only Living Girl

About this book:

Sixteen-year-old Florence has never known a home that wasn't haunted. Raised among the crumbling monuments of Oakridge Cemetery by a fastidious Victorian widow, a cynical teenage clerk, and a regiment of eccentric spirits, she tends to the dead with tea, courtesy, and quiet devotion. To the living world below, she's an anachronism in a wool coat—smartphone-less, curtsying to hardware clerks, correcting her history teacher with primary sources from the other side of the grave. But the boundary between her two worlds is crumbling, marked by a fluorescent orange stake at the hill's base: V.D.C. Surveyors. Developers. The cemetery's eviction notice, written in grid lines and pine resin.

As bulldozers circle and the town council smells profit in the overgrown thirty acres, Florence discovers the ghosts aren't merely echoes—they're witnesses. They hold deeds in crypts, secrets in marble, and a century of corruption buried deeper than any coffin. With Arthur's ledger-keeper precision, Mrs. Gable's ironclad etiquette, and a poltergeist's talent for sabotage, Florence must master the one skill her spectral family never taught her: how to fight the living. The battle for Oakridge will be fought in town halls and fog-shrouded graveyards, with Victorian blueprints and modern paperwork, spectral strategy and very real heart.

*The Cemetery's Only Living Girl* is a love letter to the forgotten, a ghost story with pulse and purpose, where the dead have more humanity than the developers, and a girl raised on epitaphs writes her own future—one cup of lavender tea at a time.