Love the cover, and loves the synopsis.

Unfortunately, the book didn’t hold what the synopsis promised.

The book was slow moving and a little odd.

Tracy is torn between her career and her husband, so she moves into an apartment in NYC and encounters the ghosts of Cary Grant and tries to decide which way to turn with her life, based on a flirtation with a ghost and a bunch of old movies.

Slow, odd story, didn’t make all that much sense to me, and Tracy just seemed really self-involved and not that sympathetic.