"You get what you came for
This time you've gone too far
I think you should know what you've done
You got what you deserve"
WHAT YOU DESERVE by No Resolve*
I'm a fan of this author. Have been since the first book I've read by him. I've reached the point where I get his new book as soon as it comes out without reading the blurb, just dive in blind and allow him to entertain me.
For the sake of this review, I want to give you just a teensy-weensy glimpse into my mind.
Whenever I read a book, I cast famous (or, at least, known) actors as the characters, and allow the movie to play in my head. The actress I thought of as Allison, is Melanie Lynskey.
Who-the-fuck-is-that?
Okay, I had to look up her real name just now. She is the actress who played Rose in the TV series TWO AND A HALF MEN. I needed someone who could look really innocent while going psycho bitch in a heartbeat.
Cody will be played by Elijah Wood (some people will pick up the connection there), who is her friend...type of thing.
Daxton will be Andy Samberg and Maggie will be a younger Maya Rudolph (Just don't ask,okay).
And the mob boss can be Gary Oldman (as he appeared in Leon: The Professional), because - face it - when is he NOT the perfect bad guy?
There you have your cast, and here comes the story:
Allison is telekinetic and she can't control this power. Strand actually brings up a good point in this story:
If you have the ability to break people's bones with your mind but can't control it, how do you practice.
(Yes, he does give an answer - you'll love it!)
Daxton is a low-life conman, who is in the dog box with his boss. He can't let a good scheme go, though, so he decides to try his luck with Allison after she saves his pregnant girlfriend from a potentially serious fall.
However, he is in way over his head, and things will get real bloody real soon, because Allison is not as helpless as she seems.
And poor Cody just tried to be nice, you know.
That, in a nutshell, my friends, is all you need to know about this story. While it is a little lighter on the humor than usual, there are enough snorts to keep you satisfied. And, for some, it might be a really, really scary story. Not in the way CARRIE was scary, more like...
Shhh, I just looked over my shoulder and it seems like I'm alone at the moment. I'm going to share something with you, but I have to whisper, so pay attention.
My wife, the really hot woman in my profile pic, is the love of my life, my better half, she completes me, she makes me want to be a better man, she is my first, my last, my everything...and all the other cliche's you can think of. I love her like no other.
However, there was that one time, when she was pregnant. The hormone-fairy didn't give her a love tap with her wand, she tried to bash her skull in with a baseball bat. So, when I came out of the bathroom one day, she was standing there, glaring at me. I knew I was in trouble - it wasn't just the hands on the hips or the tapping foot, or even the look in her eyes that was so cold it burned my skin - when I noticed the hair on her head rising slowly, as if she had built up enough static electricity to run the washing machine for a few hours.
Well, I paused and stared back, trying to look brave while being glad I was in the bathroom before this incident. When she started speaking, her voice started on a pitch that could best be described as nails on a chalkboard. It went up with every word, or at least I think it did, because by the third word it was so high that it wasn't audible to the human ear, but the dogs went mad outside.
"What the hell did you do?!"
I've never been able to read lips, but that day I could have been an expert.
Now, ladies, just to clarify for the few who may not actually know this:
Men, in general, do stupid shit all the time. We don't do it to upset our wives, it just happens because our minds could be elsewhere at that exact moment. And here is the important part - if we even notice, we tend to forget about it almost immediately. That question, in particular, is not something you should expect an answer to. If we stand there with our mouths hanging open and unable to form a coherent sentence, it is because WE REALLY DON'T FUCKING KNOW!
Anyway, my wife had asked me the question of doom, and I honestly had no idea what I'd done, and the dogs were barking, and things seemed to be going out of control, when her head turned around - EXORCIST style - and while facing backwards she screamed at the dogs in a voice that was a cross between Darth Vader and Satan himself.
"SHUT! UP!"
Well, my dogs have never watched STAR WARS, nor did they seem very religious, but even they had the self-preservation to get the fuck away from the demon.
Then she completed that turn - and I swear, her body never moved - and stared me down.
Now, to give you some perspective - this is why this story was frightening:
If my wife had the ability to break my bones with her mind on that particular occasion, I would have looked like a sky diver whose parachute didn't open!
And even though she didn't have that power, I will never, ever, put the hemorrhoid cream next to the toothpaste again.
Mr. Strand - that epilogue is probably the best way you've ended a story - ever! It was so wrong, yet absolutely perfect.
Well done, sir!
*If you do look up the song I started this review with, choose the lyric video on YouTube. The music video has absolutely fuck-all to do with this story, and the band is fronted by a very angry young man who was obviously scorned...
I did love the song, though. It almost gave me that 80's feel for movie songs like ST. ELMO'S FIRE by John Parr, or INVINCIBLE by Pat Benatar, or maybe even a little Kenny Loggins...