This is the first time in a while that I wish I could give negative stars. Because I had enjoyed the previous book? Because of the staggeringly high rating? Because it is just so God awful?
Yes.
Stevens has, with this lousy waste of paper, capitalized on The Laziest Ways to Write a Novel. They are:
1. Use a contrived, unrealistic, and wholly ridiculous tactic, such as Sessions with (an Oddly Silent) Therapist.
I think she did this last time, and it annoyed me then too, but I was forgiving of it, I think, because the writing was good and the story interesting and now and then the frame was plausible. Here??? No, no and NO. Basically, the "sessions" allow Stevens to spew narrative with no thought to polish, character development, or subtlety. She plunks down a chapter's worth of the day's run down, complete with several eye rolls per page musings and sarcasm, with zero plausibility as far as remembering detail or the session taking on weight - so, we essentially have - Hi Nadine, another crazy day in the life of a psychopath's daughter, here is precise dialogue from three days and lots of plot, and then I'll make sure to drop your name again at the end.
2. Presentation of Wholly Undeveloped and Yet Still, Somehow, Really Unlikable (and Not in a Good Way) Characters
Main chick Sara - Super Mom, adores her daughter Ally, her fiance Evan is just fan-flipping-tastic, then she has these brothers in law who are Bad, and then this sister Melanie who is completely nasty - I am pretty sure Sara has zero friends and that makes total sense - so the cast of characters are largely one dimensional, boring, or over the top fabulous and serve as mere puppets to move along the plot which is, in essence: the super supportive and super everything Evan warns Sara about researching into her adopted parents, but she does anyway, and discovers that her dad is this serial killer. Now, this could actually be interesting, except the writing stinks, and so all of the intense issues such as emotional DNA and baggage of being the product of a rape is either spelled out or completely neglected so that we can have:
3. Sorry Excuse for a Book, ie, a Thinly Plotted and Really Tired Cat and Mouse Game with the Requisite "Didn't See THAT Coming now DID You" Twist that Actually, Yes, I Did, You Ninny
Right, so, because the ONLY thing about this book is plot, and even that is contrived and painful, you'd think at least there'd be something there, but no. I can appreciate a murder mystery so long as there is also substance and interesting take aways. Here there was only, whoops! potentially scary moment just barely evaded. Wait here's another one! And all the while I have the fabulously dull Sara narrating, who not only reinforces #2 of my list by making sure we know that the people she loves are perfect (I cite, for example, "Even has never pissed anyone off in his life" [this reader begs to differ]) but then, when Tension is introduced so as to, ha, deepen the book, we see that actually, yes Evan can be quite annoying. Though for me this was always the case.
But I digress.
The point is this - excellent premise, inexcusably bad execution. Weak characters, seriously eye rolling prose (I cite when Serial Murderer Dad makes a comment about wanting to protect daughter Sara, who is hiding from him - now that's ironic, right? Don't worry, she then says, in case we didn't catch that, how ironic that was. But wait! What if we STILL don't get it? Fret not gentle reader! The next line is, being that I was trying to hide from him, and he wanted to protect me! Ah! Whew! THAT cleared up THAT mystery) and zero charm and zero anything of worth. Gaaaaaaah!