I just want to start by saying that.. there should really be a ZERO star review.
Oh, Fear the Reaper by David Simms. Where do I even begin with this disaster? Maybe with the fact that this book should come with a warning label: *Proceed with Caution – May Cause Extreme Boredom and Frustration*. Simms has managed to produce one of the most tedious, lifeless excuses for a thriller in recent memory. If you're looking for suspense, compelling characters, or any semblance of an engaging plot, let me save you the trouble: they're all conspicuously absent.
Let’s start with the story itself, which moves slower than a dial-up internet connection from the ‘90s. The premise promises an eerie ride through a mental asylum in the 1940s, but what you actually get is a plodding, unfocused mess that doesn’t know if it wants to be historical fiction, horror, or a bad melodrama. The pacing is horrendous; it feels like Simms took the long, meandering road to nowhere just to torture his readers. By the time you slog your way through the first few chapters, you’ll wonder if you've been subjected to some form of literary waterboarding.
And the characters? Don’t get me started. They’re flatter than the paper they’re printed on. We’re supposed to care about the protagonist, but he’s so underdeveloped and cliché that you’ll make absolutely no connection towards him. The supporting cast is equally uninspired—cookie-cutter stock characters that could have been plucked from any bad horror movie from the ‘80s. The "romance" was hardly thought out and left me wondering why I had to read something so unnecessary and scrappily written. There’s zero depth, zero intrigue, and frankly, zero reason to care about any of them. Every dialogue exchange feels like it was ripped from a rejected soap opera script.
Now, let’s talk about the writing. Simms appears to be under the delusion that he’s crafting deep, poetic prose, but it reads more like a high school creative writing project gone wrong. His attempts at atmospheric descriptions fall flat, leaving you with bland settings that evoke about as much emotion as an IKEA catalog. The book is littered with clunky sentences that trip over themselves in an effort to sound profound but end up sounding like a pretentious thesaurus explosion.
As for the horror elements, if you think this book is going to keep you up at night, think again. The scariest thing about Fear the Reaper is how much time you’ll waste reading it. Simms throws in some half-hearted attempts at creepy scenes, but none of them land. The tension is non-existent, and any attempt at building suspense fizzles out before it even begins. It’s like watching a magician who forgets how to do the trick halfway through and just shrugs.
Even the historical backdrop, which could have added some much-needed intrigue, is handled with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. The setting is a wasted opportunity—Simms somehow manages to make the 1940s and a psychiatric hospital seem dull, which is an achievement in itself. Historical accuracy? You won’t find much of that here. It feels like Simms skimmed a Wikipedia article on the time period and Eugenics then called it a day.
To top it all off, the book drags on for far too long. It’s like Simms couldn’t decide where to end the story, so he just kept going...and going...and going. By the time the anticlimactic ending rolls around, you’ll be too checked out to even care. You won’t feel relief, just a vague sense of irritation that you stuck with it this long.
In short, Fear the Reaper is a masterclass in how not to write a thriller. With its laughably bad pacing, shallow characters, uninspired writing, and lackluster horror, this book is an exercise in frustration. Save yourself the headache and fear the reaper of wasted time—because that’s all this book offers.