How did this book get published? This is the sixth book by Kubica, and since you would hope the writing gets better with each book, how horrifically BAD are the previous five books?!? I found this book incredibly annoying and poorly written, and I only kept listening to it because I was getting a sick pleasure from cataloging all of its weaknesses and because I didn’t have another audiobook for my car. What is even sadder is that I think the storyline could have been great in the hands of a decent writer. Once Will started speaking for himself, it actually became kind of engaging. And then Sadie would speak again and I’d want to punch her in the throat. Did Kubica intentionally write her that stupid?
Speaking of punching... let’s visit the random, free-floating hand that follows Sadie. Frequently in the story, “a hand” will fly to Sadie’s mouth or face. Not *her* hand, *A* hand. That may not sound like a big deal, one word, oh, but it is. I started picturing this disembodied hand that hovered in the air around Sadie and periodically flew to her face. If only that hand had stepped in at opportune times – oh, like when she’s breaking into her neighbor’s house -- and given her a sharp smack, a solid punch, maybe it could have beaten some sense into Sadie.
I HATE it when a dense, slow-witted character thinks and acts like she is better at detecting than the police. Asks them questions and pushes things at them that should have been step one in an investigation. And the neighbor’s house? She wanted to see if she could find proof that someone had been in the neighbor’s house. “She followed footprints” -- hey, steps going toward the empty house, that’s weird, pass that on to the police. “The screen was torn, not just a little bit, but enough for a body to go through” -- ding ding ding, if the footprints weren’t enough, a body-sized hole in a screen, that sounds like proof something is awry! Let the professionals handle it. If you hadn't committed the crime, you just left evidence of yourself in that house. And why the hell did Sadie's alter need to break into and spend time in the snowbirds' house anyway? Did I black out when that was explained?
Probably the first and most consistent thing that annoyed the living crap out of me was the constant incorrect word usage. Not just the poor choice of a word, like I would choose a different word there and it would sound better -- my “the door flew open” instead of Kubica’s “the door presses open.” I’m talking about using a word that does NOT belong there, that is jarringly, glaringly, stunningly _wrong_. Your mind trips over the word and you’re kicked out of the story because you’re going, “What?” Examples? I can’t give you any. I think one of my other personalities took over every time that happened to protect my delicate mind.
Moving on. Machine-gun sentences, those short, choppy sentences that give you every single action, rat-a-tat-tat! These are why I hated The Woman in the Window, and this damn book had the same problem. “She opened the cabinet and wrapped her fingers around a glass. She shut the cabinet. She turned the faucet handle to start the water flowing. She filled the glass with water. She turned off the water by twisting the faucet handle and brought the glass to her lips. She opened her lips and let the water flow into her mouth. She swallowed the water.” Have you heard of compound sentences? And that readers can fill in some of those actions? “She took a glass from the cabinet, filled it at the faucet, and drank.” Hey! Got it! If you don’t want to expend one single calorie thinking while reading, this is the book for you! You don’t have to infer anything either or try to figure the least little thing out – it is laid out for you in painstaking, plodding detail. And in case you didn’t get something with the first sentence, she’ll follow it with another sentence that says it again in a slightly different way, or that tells you things that make you go, “Duh!” -- “Night had fallen outside. It was dark.” Yep, dark happens at night in almost all places. “I wrap my hands around that pretty little neck of hers and squeeze. Her airflow is restricted because of it.” Seriously? “There’s a ringing in my ears. I can't stand it. I think that it will never stop. But then it does stop.” Well, thank god that passed so quickly.
I could go on and on and on. A doctor who has never heard of DID? Now, you’d think a doctor would have to take at least *one* psychology class and maybe there might have been a passing mention of multiple personalities, just maybe...? She gets so suddenly and completely scared of Otto when he comes home sick that she flees the house in her pajamas and slippers? Your son that you’ve known for almost two decades? Hmmm. You freely admit you don’t remember your childhood before you were eleven, but you refute what the easily-accessed public records say about you because...?
Whew. The book is done and all the venom I built up listening to it has been spewed. I’ve removed my “want to read” from all of Kubica’s other titles. Never again. Lesson learned.