It’s a peculiar one, that’s for sure. I’m gonna file it as a Guilty Pleasure, because I did enjoy it.
We bounce back and forth between a serial killer, and his chosen next victim…and she’s a psychic of sorts, who can sense him coming. In fact, she can sense a whole lot of things - we’ve got a very odd telepath/precog situation here - so in theory, this young woman has a tremendous advantage, as compared to all the previous targets of this very successful predator who selects her at the same moment she detects him selecting her. Alarmingly, a little gizmo Marissa carries around to dampen her supernatural powers goes on the fritz at the worst time, and until it can be tinkered with…well, she can’t sense the monster coming…
This is just part of the book. It is a book with a somewhat frustrating structure - and with a large central portion that makes me wonder if the author, in attempting a Horror novel, misunderstood the Assignment. After a wonderfully frightful several chapters to get things started, the Horror elements disappear for a long middle that explores what has happened earlier in Marissa’s life in terms of how telepathy-Plus can gift, or curse, but maybe mainly curse. By the time we are in this zone, the book is being either brilliantly lazy, or lazily brilliant, when it comes to cohesion, momentum, and “Why?…Why did that happen?”. I never really got bored, though. Or detached from the book. And then we amble over to the final sections, which connect more firmly to the opening section…and the book is an effective Horror novel again (albeit with some dubious dialogue/speeches).
I recommend this as a Horror oddity - flaws maybe not actually improving it, but giving it a life all its own. Guilty Pleasure (unless you get no pleasure from it, in which case I will feel guilty). I would say, on reflection, it fits together better than it feels like it does at first. For me, it was great timing to get to this book not long after Yardley’s Pretty Little Dead Girls, because they are both novels featuring brave young women with the power to sense being targeted by serial killers…and they both face the battle to the best of their ability. Pretty Little Dead Girls is, to my mind, the superior reading experience - but Phantom Effect, coming along by chance as a totally different handling of a similar premise, has me applauding this alternate, and strikingly different, approach. If Phantom Effect had somehow reminded me too much of Pretty Little Dead Girls, then I’d be harsher towards what would be just the messy version of a better book I already met. Instead, I would say both books are well worth a look, and they are fun to compare.