In the light of recent news events, the timing ofThe Never List’s release is a little unnerving, to say the least.
Currently, it’s the horror story of the year: On May 6, 2013, people heard screams coming from a house located in the Tremont neighborhood of Cleveland. They managed to free one female, who then called the police. After the police came, they freed two more females and a child. It turns out that the adult females had been kidnapped in 2002, 2003, and 2004, and had been in captivity ever since. One of the captives actually gave birth to a child in captivity.
And then, two-and-a-half-months later,The Never List was published. Told in the first person, it’s the (fictional, thank god) story of Caroline Morrow—or Sarah Farber, as she was known before she and her best friend Jennifer were kidnapped, imprisoned, tortured, and manipulated, along with two other girls, for the next three years. Sarah made it out, along with Christine and Tracy, but Jennifer never did. And they never found a body, either. Ten years later, Sarah is living a cloistered life under an assumed identity, and her kidnapper is up for parole. When he begins to send her cryptic, taunting letters, Sarah decides to gather the strength to sift once more through the evidence and delve into Derber’s head to locate Jennifer’s body. What starts as a simple quest for justice quickly becomes more sinister when she uncovers a hidden world of BDSM clubs, secret societies, obsession with torture, and a scores of missing girls.
Was this book a page-turner? Oh lord yes. Did it warm the cockles of my heart? God no. But in a way, I found it less frightening than reading about Ariel Castro.
If you enjoyed Chelsea Cain’s Heartsick or Chevy Stevens’ Still Missing, this will be a quite satisfying (and yes, disturbing) alternative.