Rowland Molony's story of a boy who texts a number believing it to be his dead mother was very good.
Though the blurb implied (or else I just inferred) that the big question was who was answering him, and the reader found out very early, I guess the fact that Sam didn't was the important part.
I especially liked how at the end it was all tied together, and everything made perfect sense, but yet you could see Sam interpreting it the way he did and not feel that he was silly in doing so.
I didn't particularly like when it started, I felt that maybe a little later in the story instead of so soon after her death might have been better.
I give it:
Which means...three stars
Amazon listing here.