This book promised everything I love in a story: ghosts, detectives and New York City. But Dead Girls Detective Agency turned out to be just a ghost of the story I was expecting. Main character Charlotte has been pushed onto the subway tracks to her death and wakes up in a new reality in which she's charged with finding her own killer. But Charlotte seems more interested in stalking her boyfriend and trash talking the cheerleading squad* than finding out who wanted her dead. For a book that deals with unsolved teen murders in New York City, this story suffered from a lack of diversity among its characters and a serious lack of research (a savvy New Yorker like Charlotte would never have walked west to catch an eastbound F train in the first place. She would have walked west to catch the A-C-E and arrived home on the UWS safe and sound!) Dead Girls Detective Agency seems like it might be the first in the series, and I love the concept enough to hope that Charlotte and the gang get scared straight and take their jobs as teen detectives a bit more seriously!* I am SO over YA books where girls call each other sluts and whores…..