I wanted to love it. This book jumped to the top of my TBR pile when it reduced in price and shot to the top of the Kindle charts. Let's say now, Rachel Abbott has done superbly well topping the Kindle charts with 3 books, Sleep Tight being the third. That, for any independent author, albeit there is a professional team working with her too, is an incredible achievement. Congratulations must be extended. No one gets to #1 by accident. An indescribable amount of work is poured into the writing - which is sometimes the least of it - but also the networking, the publicising, the searching, the experimenting, the interviews, the blog tours, the questions from hundreds of other authors, the fans of the books, the responses. In short, the choice not to sleep tight, but to forfeit sleep and work damned hard.
Credit where it is due.
But........
I didn't love the 'voice', that unique way that any author delivers the story and dishes it up, with as many tasty treats as possible, to us the reader. There can be a water-tight plot, the best baddies and goodies that literature has ever known, the most dramatic of climaxes, the most riveting attraction between two people or the most vivid scenery. But regardless of these elements, the voice makes or breaks a book for me. It either gives me an incredible reading experience whatever the content, or it distracts me in varying degrees. It either captivates me so that I'm drawn back whether I have time or not - the Kindle is blocking the view of the frying pan, or I'm sneaking a few pages while I'm mowing the lawn (slight exaggeration, but you get the picture) - or the voice alienates me so that I can take or leave the story and exclude the characters from my life. This question of voice is subjective. Writing style which captivates one will bore another. Some readers don't even notice. I can't fail to notice or to have an opinion on voice. It is the most important part of any book, and for me, it is a curse.
This book is set in Manchester, which is where I'm from. Olivia Brookes is being silently terrorised by her husband and needs to find a way out. Her husband must not know. We have a huge problem to overcome, plenty meaty enough for any author. Robert Brookes, the husband, is as creepy and repulsive as any man could be. We usually find in life though, that vile people have some redeeming qualities. They're unguarded somewhere, have a weakness, something to dilute the purity of the evil. There was nothing good about Robert Brookes. Not a ray anywhere. I quite like to get inside the head of the psycho and understand why they did what they did. In life, there are always reasons. No one is all good, very few are all bad. I didn't understand Robert Brookes as much as I wanted to. I understood he was an conniving evil git, but that was all - as was Darth Vader, but that story was made more fascinating by understanding why, and eventually disarming him through his weakness.
This point is a minor one. It's Rachel's story to tell as she wishes. The main distraction for me was the well-used phrases. I didn't take notes, mental ones or otherwise, but 'holding on for dear life' and 'having a whale of a time' and those kinds of phrases littered the book and had me thinking back to creative writing instruction where the big no-no was always: don't resort to well-used phrases or cliches, please. Be more imaginative than that. Find a different way of saying those things. Make your writing fresh. Make it yours. So those phrases always leap out at me in books, and never fail to strangle the pleasure.
This is my honest review. If you enjoy crime, well-researched places and characters and a tight plot - no pun intended - then Sleep Tight won't disappoint. It was a good story. Having read it, I intend to visit Alderney at the first opportunity. RA definitely did a fine job of selling that gorgeous-sounding island to me. She should be taking commission from the tourist info centre in Alderney! I want to look at that topaz sea and walk on the white sand and look down on the deadly rocks frothing with restless waves. I want to leave my doors unlocked for a couple of decades and find no use for a key. Oh, and I'm certainly not leaving until the mother of all storms crashes with fury upon the shores.