Ash Wednesday, by Chet Williamson, is a yucky book. It concerns a small Pennsylvania town that gets rudely awakened at like, 4 in the morning by the appearance of all these blue ghosts popping up everywhere. My problem with the book is that the ghosts don't do anything. They just sit there, or stand there, or whatever, like wax dummies. This book concentrates more on the reactions of the people than the ghosts, and I wouldn't have called this book a horror novel at all. It certainly wasn't very horrifying, and I feel that calling it a horror novel is misleading to people that like to read horror, and would expect this book to be a horror novel. I was definitely misled.