Wow. Just wow.
I have always enjoyed horror and psychological thrillers… my problem has always been a weak stomach if it is going to get into excessive gore. I have a very vivid imagination, and just can’t keep myself from gagging.
This story sounded interesting but I admit to being a little worried (as I always am when picking up a horror/psychological thriller) that I would get to a certain point and think, quite literally, “I just can’t stomach this one.”
This book was a wow. I’ve had a lot going on in my life over the last month, so I didn’t read it as quickly as I normally read a book, but believe me: I hated putting this one down every time I had to, and over the last couple of days (with life thankfully quieting down), I’ve read even when I should have been doing something else.
Essentially, this book is about a serial killer and the people who are trying to track him down. But it’s actually much, much more. I got a glimpse into quite a few different lives – through different plot lines – that made this more than just a “let’s chase the serial killer” book. It included several character studies with a gritty view of the multitude of different lives around us every day. Actually, it was these different characters and plot lines that really drew me in and kept me wanting to read more. How and where were they all going to intersect?
In a poorly (or even so-so) written book, I might expect to get to the end and wonder why that particular plot line had been introduced… since it went nowhere. Or that character… No so here! In addition to being an interesting overall plot, there is a masterful blending of various plot lines that drive inexorably toward an ending that could not have come about without all of it. And the weaving together of these plot lines is brilliantly pulled off! Nothing wasted. Nothing extra. All wonderfully thought through.
To add to all of this, there are some fabulous turns of phrase that just stick with you. Here’s an example… one of the characters walks into a dark barn in the middle of the night, and…
“The dark was heavy. While in the light, it’s easy to ignore the weight of the air, but when sight is removed and other senses are heightened, it can be felt. She could feel it now, pushing down on her, as if she were carrying the barn’s ebony breath in her arms.”
I don’t want to mislead you, though, this story is told in clean, crisp language and in a straightforward way that was a pleasure to read as it just rolled into my mind without me having to focus on the act of reading. Well… until phrases like the above that made me stop and re-read, just for the sheer enjoyment of it. :)
Best of all, yes, this book was about a serial killer. Yes, several of his crimes (or the aftermaths thereof) are described. But, no. Not once was my gag reflex triggered. I could recognize the horror of the crimes without feeling that we had just entered the bounds of inappropriate disgustingness that (in my personal case, at least) would ruin the book for me.
This is one of the best books I’ve read all year and quite frankly, I can picture myself reading it again. An unqualified five stars!