Ghost of a Feeling is a timely book I think everyone should read it


A couple of years ago my interest was dragged into depressing YA books that talked about bullying and suicide. I suspect it was because I fell deeply in love with Julie Anne Peter’s By The Time You Read This, I’ll Be Dead. Sad to say, I’ve never found anything else that’s as beautifully written as that book. Fast forward to now, I read Celestine Trinidad’s Ghost of a Feeling—a new adult #romanceclass book that talks about the same thing. This took me to a whole new level of understanding about what depression is really like, how it affects the people around the depressed person, and vice versa.


What is it about?
Cris Villareal, a medical intern, has already lost her faith in herself. The constant humiliation she gets from her senior resident she’s under and the death of the patient under her care made her want to end it all. But when she was about to jump from the rooftop of her apartment building one Halloween night, the ghost of Emilio, a young man who committed suicide in that same building appeared, and stopped her from doing the inevitable. It’s just that, Emilio isn’t really a ghost—he’s Nathan Morales, dressed as Emilio for the night.
What I like about it
First of all, it’s romance. My life has been deprived of romance for a long time now and so I need a dose of this, okay? LOL Seriously though, I think the book is informative and also, constructive because it allows the readers to be aware of what to do if someone needs help or a person needs someone to talk to. People with depression really doesn’t want to end their life, they just want to end the pain and the frustration, the loneliness and the emptiness they feel (this is how I understand it). Although it’s romance, it doesn’t “romanticizes” depression and suicide, but provides helpful and doable solutions. Also, this kinda reminds me of Right Where You Left Me because the love interest in my book is also a doctor.
Why is it so timely?
It talks about depression. Suicide is just one of the many things that we wake up to each day for the past months. This is sad—because many people still insist that this is just a state of mind, and that it could have been prevented had the person had faith in God and was able to appreciate the good things in his life rather than dwell on the bad. This type of rationality disgusts me to the core because c’mon! The easiest way for me to explain my side about this, is actually comparing myself as someone with myasthenia gravis. I believe in God, I have faith, yet I still have it—a rare condition no one on this earth knows what’s the cure. Depressed people are the same, because it is an illness, a condition that needs medical attention and treatment. Myasthenia gravis patients die not of MG itself, but of complications (pneumonia is one of the most common death among MG patients in the Philippines). Likewise, people with depression don’t die of depression itself. They die of suicide.
It talks about bullying. That senior resident Dr. Santos and people like him in real life have a special place in hell, I swear. The way he treated Cris in front of everyone is just unacceptable and barbaric and makes me want to slap him in the face. I hate it when people do that. Oh and yeah, let’s not forget what happened recently in Rizal Medical Center and PGH. This sort of shaming has to stop. Let’s all be nice to each other, people.
Ghost of a Feeling is available on Amazon for $2.99. That’s where I got mine but I might buy the hard print version. If you’re in the Philippines, check out for the print version.
What’s the latest book you’ve read? Tell me about it in the comments section down below.

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