As a fluffy cozy, it’s not so bad, and the ghosts are entertaining, but if your familiarity with horses, horse racing, the Kentucky Derby and Louisville is anything deeper than “I think I saw like five minutes of coverage on NBC once and could maybe find Kentucky on a map with names” give this one a hard pass. Even characters who are allegedly jockeys, trainers, and owners are laughably, incredibly wrong about everything. The author can’t even be b
othered to NAME THE HORSE the main character’s acquaintance owns. It makes me suspicious of any other books in the series set somewhere outside a vintage clothing store, wondering whether they were as terrible at research as they were with this one.