As you can imagine, because of these two abilities, he tends to get into all sorts of crazy issues. The most endearing part of the character is that despite his special abilities, he is preternaturally down to earth. It'd be hard to write up a more humble, self-effacing, average Joe sort of character. He even calls every single person 'sir', which I find sort of fascinating. I thought about it a few days ago and realized that I've never called anyone sir in my life. At least, when I wasn't affecting a military posture for a gag. I don't think I can call someone sir or ma'am. It's just not wired in me and would stick in my craw. It somehow seems sort of degrading to go around 'sir'ing people. I have no problems with being polite but that just seems to take things a step too far.
Anyway, my problem with the middle two books is that they both seem to spend a lot of time running around in circles. I get to the end with this feeling that not much of anything has really happened and yet a huge amount of wordage has been spent. The timeline for both books stretches less than a day each. Actually, it's probably more like 12 hours, if that. There's a lot of internal monologue and sometimes you just wish that something more would happen. The most recent book, Odd Hours, is the first that seems to have started a multi-book plot arc, which was about time. Things were getting a bit too episodic for my tastes and I was hoping for something bigger.
Whenever I read a book about someone with an ability like a two-edged sword, I always wonder if I would be willing to have it. Frankly, I don't see many upsides at all about seeing fucking dead people all over the place. I'm not usually a timid person, but I do have a well-developed startle response and it's not fun. Still, that would be balanced out by having absolute knowledge that there is an afterlife of some sort. Wouldn't that be a bonus to know that there is life after death? Actually....is it?
Would you want to know for sure if there were life after death?