Man, this book had me sitting here staring at the wall like I just seen a ghost with bad intentions. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding like I just dodged a bullet in a coffee shop myself.
So it starts out wild. Two gunmen bust in a coffee shop and started shooting up the place. Fourteen folks gone just like that, and the ones that lived only made it out because they got lucky number six. Like that number meant something bigger than them.
You got Matt, Alexandra, Olivia, and Charlie. Poor Charlie got hit bad and ends up in a coma. The rest of them, they all are messed up in the head after what happened. Matt trying to open a bar like him and his buddy planned before things went south. Alexandra losing her mind at work with some boss from the dark side. Olivia’s marriage falling apart faster than my first car. And Charlie just laying there, breathing like life hit pause on her.
Then this strange woman shows up out of nowhere, and suddenly everything starts going right. Matt hitting a roulette win, Alexandra getting promoted, Olivia’s man came crawling back, and Charlie starting to wake up from her coma like some kind of miracle. But let me tell you, I knew right then that woman wasn’t no good luck sign. She was the kind of person that walks in smelling like trouble and leaving folks wondering where their peace went.
The story pulls you in and doesn’t let go. The way it messes with your head, I was sitting there thinking what would I do if luck came knocking like that. Because every bit of luck has a price tag, and this book proves it. You might get what you want at first, but you sure won’t keep it.
Lucky Number Six isn't a bedtime read. It’s one of them books that makes you stare off after the last page wondering if maybe your own luck’s about to run out too. It’s sharp, wild, and kinda spooky in that quiet way where your stomach drops a little.
I give it 4 outta 5 catfish!