I don’t think I’ve read such a lovely and creepy story about a woman and her brother since The Visitors – Catherine Burns.
What an absolutely boring ride!
I got attracted by the idea of a police investigation book set in Japan and the “Over 2 Million Sold!” sticker made me think that it couldn’t be that bad.
This is one of the worst buys I’ve made this year as the suspense was not in the who’d done it but in the cat-and-mouse game played between the accomplice and the police.
None of the characters were likable or by any means interesting.
Imagine a mansion that’s slowly decaying from lack of care. Imagine the house in its glory days and all the people who used to look up at it with wonder and then forced to see it become nothing due to poor money management.
No, I’m not talking about We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson. I’m talking about “The Little Stranger” – a book I realized was the source of a movie I’ve seen a few years ago only after the first chapter was finished and the little boy broke off an acorn from the house mantle. Sarah Waters sets her latest novel in post-World War II Warwickshire and tries her hand at an Old Dark House.
God knows I tried my best to learn the ways of this world, even had inklings we could be glorious; but after all that’s happened, the inkles ain’t easy anymore. I mean – what kind of fucken life is this ?
Vernon God Little (2003) is a novel by DBC Pierre. It was his debut novel and won the Booker Prize in 2003. It has twice been adapted as a stage play
An audio original novella featuring bestselling author Dean Koontz’s compelling new heroine, Jane Hawk. From the case files of the former FBI agent before she became the nation’s most wanted fugitive – The Bone Farm details a desperate man-hunt for a serial killer before he murders again.
Katherine Haskell, a young college co-ed is on her way back to school, but she never makes it there. Instead, she becomes the latest prey of the rapist and murderer dubbed by the tabloids the “Mother Hater.” He is a twisted soul who kidnaps young girls for pleasure then discards them.
Katherine is missing, but she’s not yet dead. FBI agents Jane Hawk and her partner Gary Burkett must descend into the hell of this killer’s mind to solve the case before it is too late. The question is – will they both get out alive?
So this was an interesting read! I remember watching the old movie ages ago and when I saw the book in a charity pile, I decided to give it a go. Let me tell you, it will go back to the charity pile.
With the exception of two very well written sex scenes lasting the whole of 2 pages, the book had little to offer in terms of dialogue, build-up and tension.I keep wondering whether it’s because I’ve already seen the movie and I knew that the cold-hearted woman with the ice-pick, la femme fatale, was actually it.
Too little information and you’re blind, too much and you’re blinded.
I saw this book about 6 months ago when I was wasting time in an airport waiting for my flight. It looked interesting enough and just as I was about to buy it, my flight rang and I had to run. I did download it in ebook format and I’ve literally just finished it tonight.
It was a wild ride. Stuart Turton sent me on a wild murder-mystery hunt in a purely innovative novel which features the concept of prisoners, hosts, redemption and Groundhog day.
“Men can always reinvent themselves,” Laura said. “For women, once you’re a mother, you’re always a mother.”
What if the person you thought you knew best turns out to be someone you never knew at all?
“Why would a just God allow this to happen? Was it all part of an evolutionary clockwork that God allowed to work through itself, unguided, an enormous experiment of some kind, for good reasons that humans couldn’t perceive?”
Class reunions: a time for memories—good, bad, and, as Virgil Flowers is about to find out, deadly—in this New York Times bestselling thriller from John Sandford.
Virgil knows the town of Trippton, Minnesota, a little too well. A few years back, he investigated the corrupt—and as it turned out, homicidal—local school board, and now the town’s back in view with more alarming news: A woman’s been found dead, frozen in a block of ice.
There’s a possibility that it might be connected to a high school class of twenty-five years ago that has a mid-winter reunion coming up, and so, wrapping his coat a little tighter, Virgil begins to dig into twenty years’ worth of traumas, feuds, and bad blood. In the process, one thing becomes increasingly clear to him.
It’s true what they say: High school is murder.
Looking back on it now, after all that’s happened, it seems insane with what little fear I picked this path.
Once one accepts the bizarre premise of Smith’s astonishingly adept, ingeniously plotted debut thriller, the book fulfills every expectation of a novel of suspense, leading the reader on a wild exploration of the banality of evil. It’s very similar to The Basis Of Morality by Stephen King in a way that it explores a “what-if” scenario which puts the concept of good and evil into perspective.
When Hank Mitchell, his obese, feckless brother Jacob and Jacob’s smarmy friend Lou accidentally find a wrecked small plane and its dead pilot in the woods near their small Ohio town, they decide not to tell the authorities about the $4.4 million stuffed into a duffel bag.
Instead, they agree to hide the money and later divide it among themselves.
And it was like magic, too, like a gift from the gods, the ease with which a solution came to me, a simple plan, a way to keep the money without fear of getting caught.
The ‘simple plan’ sets in motion a spiral of blackmail, betrayal and multiple murder which Smith manipulates with consummate skill, increasing the tension exponentially with plot twists that are inevitable and unpredictable at the same time. In choosing to make his protagonist an ordinary middle-class man – Hank is an accountant in a feed and grain store – Smith demonstrates the eerie ease with which the mundane can descend to the unthinkable.
Hank commits the first murder to protect his brother and their secret; he eerily rationalizes the ensuing coldblooded deeds while remaining outwardly normal, hardly an obvious psychopath. Smith’s imagination never palls; the writing peaks in a gory liquor store scene that’s worthy of comparison to Stephen King at his best.
I was doomed now, trapped, that the rest of my life would pivot somehow off this single act, that in trying to save Jacob, I’d damned us both.
This book has been adapted into a movie.