R.L. Stine, author of bestselling mystery-thriller books for teens, ventures into adult fiction with this book about a grad student who has a whirlwind romance with a young professor who has a fixation on old superstitions, only to find out that he isn't who she thought he was.
I enjoyed Stine's books (the Fear Street series and his other books for teens - I read one of the Goosebumps books and didn't care for it) when I was younger - so I was eager to see how his foray into adult fiction would turn out. Unfortunately, his writing is either not as good as I had remembered, or it just doesn't translate for an older audience.
My main beef is with the characters (broad generalization, I know). I honestly couldn't stand most of them. The heroine, Sara, is too starry-eyed and naive for me to be able to relate to her on any level, and when the reader can't relate to the protagonist, how in the world are they going to become invested in what happens to her? Short answer: they aren't. Sara is so googly-eyed in love with Liam (the why of which I was never sold on) that she ignores the fact that the guy has some serious issues. I don't care how handsome the guy is or how sexy his accent might seem - after about the third or fourth instance in which he loses his cool over an old wives' tale, I'm going to assume that he is at best suffering from a severe, uncontrolled case of OCD, and at worst a complete psycho with no grip on reality. In either case, there's no way I'm even going for a smoothie with this character, never mind marrying him a couple of months after meeting him.
Liam himself is another problem. Aside from the fact that I just couldn't understand the romance between him and Sara, I didn't like Liam himself at all. He's supposedly handsome, but that's all there is to like about him. And while I get that he has a very good reason for being superstitious, the text is absolutely saturated with it. It's possible to make a point without overemphasizing it, but when you bash your readers over the head with it continually, they're going to start to feel insulted. Okay, okay, we get it. He's superstitious. (As if the title of the book and the black cat on the cover weren't subtle enough.)
In the end, Liam does redeem himself by quite literally sacrificing himself to his inner demons to save Sara, but it feels like a massive dose of too little, too late. Okay, I guess Liam was an okay chap after all, but it's a little late to start liking him after he's dead. After all, he seduced Sara and tricked her into marriage when he was, in fact, already married, just to save his own skin? And to confess that he was the one who made those whispered phone calls to Sara warning her to stay away from him makes absolutely ZERO sense. He claims that it was in his moments of clarity that he was trying to warn her away. Okay, but why be so ambiguous about it? The girl obviously is not good at picking up on subtlety, so after she ignores your second or third whispered phone call, you may want to change tactics and, say, hire a plane towing an enormous banner that reads "YOUR NEW HUBBY IS A PSYCHOTIC NUT SUFFERING FROM DEMONIC POSSESSION," or better yet, book an appearance on the Springer show and arrange for Jerry to smash a mirror right in front of you so you can cough up some deranged Pokemon character? I think that would probably get your message across.
Stine delivers his final blow at the very end of the story, when Sara learns that she is (gasp!) pregnant with the next generation of salt-tossing black cat-fearing demon host! I'm curious as to what reaction the author was looking to provoke with that little revelation. Shock? Horror? Dismay? Meh. I'm pretty sure we all saw it coming, and to be perfectly frank, my first impulse was to shrug my shoulders and say, "Heh. Serves you right. Idiot." Any reaction at all is unwarranted, though, for one simple reason - I'm pretty sure doctors have methods of getting rid of this problem. I'm sure even the most staunch of pro-life campaigners might look the other way considering that this particular fetus is harboring a horde of genocidal nasties.
Overall, I enjoyed the general pacing and flow of this story, but the subject matter and the characters could sure use a lot of work. I can only hope that Stine either a.) improves on his methods in his next book, or b.) abandons this particular genre and goes back to scaring the kiddies.