For those of you that don’t know, my husband is a bit of a computer genius. He can spend hours staring at random dots and slashes (that to any “normal person” (like myself) looks like nothing more than gibber jabber) and definitively determine who/what/when/and where something may or may not be occurring. He speaks a language that I fail to understand (usually including words like: bit, ram, server, cache, appatach…I could keep going.) and can usually fix anything (in 5 minutes or less) that my computer illiterate ass can screw up.
Because of this deep understanding of the digital world, he is Captain Paranoid when it comes to online security. Me? Not so much. Sure…I’ve watched Hackers, and heard horror stories about identity theft, but much like any 85 year old Grandpa who has a hard time using Google, I just assume nothing bad is going to happen to me and I go about my day.
Last month however, I stumbled upon this web series called Cybergeddon and reality finally smacked me square in the jaw. Sure…I knew it was just a show, (and the possibility of me being hunted down by a deranged lunatic with a grudge was about as likely as me eating a cockroach for fun) but something struck a chord with me.
We are all connected!
Over the years we have become slaves to the internet. Privacy? Pffft. Forget it! Every piece of personal information we possess is tucked away somewhere in some digital file just waiting to be exploited. And that is a pretty scary thought.
But not as scary as Shane Scollins “The Game.” After reading this…I’m just gonna go with “F’d up book”… I am making a vow to be a little more careful. Also…I’ve decided that “shoot first, ask questions later” might not be such a bad motto to have in some circumstances. (David would be so proud.)
"No matter where you are, they’ll find you, and put you in… “The GAME”.
Candice Laguna’s life is being systematically dismantled, by an unknown force, for a reason she can’t imagine. But she is about to become the unwilling star of a reality game competition the likes of which has never been broadcast to the world.
Just when things get darkest, a mysterious man snatches her from the grips of doom. He is a man who is not what he appears, and not who he says. He has no name and his motivation to help Candice is not what it seems to be."
Well…since I’m feeling extra generous today, I’ve decided to serve up the “happy side” of this book review first. Which, coincidently enough, is about the first half of the book.
Up until the 52% mark in “The Game” I was one sadistically happy camper. People’s lives were being ruined left and right. A group of expertly penned nefarious foes were blissfully residing in Crazy Town. And the amount of goosebumps popping up on my forearms made me look more like a leaper than a enraptured reader. In short: it was a 5 star read backed by a 6 star dose of WTCrapology is wrong with people!! I loved it.
Imagine for a second that the ladies of the “Real Housewives” franchises were kidnapped by Jigsaw (from Saw movie madness.) And then the whole debacle (the puzzles, the gore, the struggle to survive) were broadcasts to the masses as some sort of sick sociological experiment (complete with American Idol type text voting to let a player live another day.) This is the type of chaos that resided in the first half of “The Game.”
Candice was just an innocent girl, minding her own business, when a psycho with an agenda (that apparently involved sticking it to the producers of crap reality TV) decided he liked her unique combination of looks and gumption. (See…sometimes is sucks to be the hot one.) As a result, she spends the first half of the book in a wild goose chase to save not only herself but several others from impending doom.
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“Candice Laguna, you’ve been chosen to receive this call.” The voice was that of an enthusiastic game show announcer. “We’re so glad you’ve answered, we’d like to invite you to see this video.” A text message bleeped through, with a video attachment. What she saw in the video halted her breathing. She involuntarily moved her hand over her mouth. It was Zee, bound and gagged, tied to a bed in her underwear. Candice couldn’t breathe. Her heart began beating oddly out of time. Tears came and her hands shook so badly she almost dropped the phone. The three-second clip looped over and over and she couldn’t look away. The phone rang again, and the overly enthusiastic voice blurted again. “What you’ve seen may be disturbing to you, but you haven’t seen anything yet. If you don’t do exactly as we say, she will die a horrible death. That’s right, a horrible death. You cannot go to the police, or she dies an even more unimaginably horrible death. This is going to be the best time of your life, Candice Laguna. You’re getting exactly what you asked for, that’s right, exactly what you asked for. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, so don’t delay. Stay tuned for your instructions. And remember, you must do exactly as we say. Thank you for participating. Good night.”
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Makes you shudder right? Trust me when I say…it gets so much more mucked up than that. (Can you say ring of fire and tar?)
But..with the good comes the bad. Which (unfortunately) pretty much encompasses the entire second half of the book. (*insert sad face*)
Not only did “the game” end abruptly (Not that I was pulling for more torture…it just seemed quick.) but at that 52% mark the entire structure of the story changed from Horror to Paranormal. Now..before you give me a hard time by reminding me that it says “paranormal twist” in the synopsis, I know! I also know when something just isn’t working. And the slap shot feeling that assaulted my chest in a matter of one freaking sentence had me rolling over in agony.
Who here has read David Levithan’s novel “Every Day” about a boy who body hops? This is basically the premise (though slightly more complicated and apparently comes with a pink clad Colonel Sanders) of the entire second half of the novel. Goodbye crazy train. Hello WTF! My mind was on overdrive before this point. Picking up and selfishly devouring the awesomeness of gruesomeness and then WHAM! I hit a brick wall and never recovered.
As a matter of fact…there are TWO quotes from the book that sum up my thoughts exactly.
“This whole experience had been one ridiculous thing after another, but it wasn’t paranormal in any sense, until now. This cherry sat atop the insanity-cake she didn’t order and didn’t want.”
“It was as if the entire balance of the universe had blown into pieces.”
To make a very long rant short…it was like the book had split personality disorder, and apparently I liked Brutus the Butcher much more than Betty the…screw it, I can’t think of anything witty.
My final verdict. If you enjoy horror I encourage you to take a chance. The beginning really is a big ol chunk of YES!!!! As for the rest of you…I say ‘meh. Take it or leave it.
Happy Reading my fellow Kindle-ites and remember: It’s ok if you talk to yourself. Just don’t start answering.