By the time I got to page 300, I wanted to beat the book against every wall in my bedroom. The story is terrible and many chapters are disgusting and vicious. Ellen, Stuart, and James and Melissa were the only tolerable characters. Everyone else was either stupid, vile, or worthless. Some characters were all three.
I was insulted by Shadow Creek on so many levels, as a female, as a former cutter, and as a human being. Cutting is a serious issue, and while Joy Fielding didn't present the issue as thought it weren't serious, she turned it into something depraved and tried to give it an erotic edge through the killers.
Valerie was probably the most pathetic of the females. Her husband Evan Rowe, was planning to marry a woman she had caught him cheating on her with in HER bed. Evan had cheated on her dozens and dozens of times, but she still wouldn't leave him. She still wanted him. It didn't matter how much he disrespected her, she still refused to leave him, and when he would leave her, she sat around praying he would come back when he was tired of the other woman.
Valerie's reasoning for staying was that she loved him, and had loved him for twenty years. It was obvious that she certainly loved him more than she loved herself.
Valerie didn't seem to have any type of life outside of obsessing over Evan and the other woman, Jennifer. On occasion she might visit with Melissa and James, her two friends, but otherwise she usually sat around thinking about Jennifer's long legs, Jennifer having sex with Evan, or Jennifer's long sheet of blond hair.
Anyone who reads this book will never forget that Jennifer has long legs, a full bust, and long blond hair. The amount of times Valerie mentioned those things was stunning, and I have read some repetitive books in my day.
I get that a wife might compare herself to the other woman, but I was stupefied by Valerie. She made herself out to be some old hag when she was only 39. I realize 39 is not exactly a newborn babe, but it's not ancient either. Jennifer was 29 or 30, but Valerie constantly referred to her as though she were a teenager. There was only a 10 year age difference.
I don't expect that female authors should write any special sort of way, but I am so tired of them continuing to push the same sad ideologies that exist in this world about women. It never ends. The 55-year-old is jealous of the 40-year-old, who is jealous of the 30-year-old, who is jealous of the 22-year-old.
Valerie was even jealous of her own teenage daughter's backside, which was described as a perfect circle dissected into two halves by the thong she pranced around in. Who has a butt shaped like a perfect circle? Butts aren't quite shaped like circles because they have some length to them.
Anyhoo...
Jennifer was almost as bad as Valerie. She's the kind that tries to come off like she's upstanding, but in reality she's simply out for herself. She tried to act like she felt bad about cheating with Valerie's husband in Valerie's bed, but it was clear that she didn't. She went around checking into hotels as Mrs. Rowe, even though she hadn't married Evan yet. Why???
I kept my fingers crossed that the killers would chop Brianne to bits. She was spoiled, disrespectful, and profane. I hated her. Valerie was a sickening loser, but she was still Brianne's mother, and she treated her like she was little more than a pesky bug.
It is unlikely I will ever pick up another Joy Fielding offering, though I may give her one last chance. I have come to the conclusion that she likes talking about cancer. In her books it is not unusual for various characters to have died from it or be on their way.
It isn't enough to just mention it, she has to go into monologues about how the disease destroys you and leaves you a lifeless shell lying in a bed with no hair and very few breaths left, until you're actually dead.
That is so unnecessary, and if it happens again, no more Joy Fielding books!!!