Quick synopsis: In the early ’90s, a 19-year-old girl goes missing. 25 years later, the missing girl’s two younger sisters, who have been estranged since the younger of the two married a rich scumbag, get caught up in the case of another missing teenage girl.
Started off really liking this book. It was fast-paced and the story intrigued me, even though the characters weren’t particularly interesting. And then at a little over the half-way mark I started feeling indifferent. Partially because the plot took a bizarre, unbelievable turn.
And then at three-quarters in I’m like…
No spoilers of course, but let me give some advice to all of you aspiring horror novel/film writers: there’s a difference between disturbing your readers and disgusting them. I like scary books and scary movies because a weird part of me likes to be disturbed. I find it interesting to look inside the minds of messed up people who commit horrible crimes. I do not, however, enjoy being grossed out. Piss, shit, and vomit fall under the later category. These things don’t shock or disturb me. They just make me lose my lunch.
And when certain characters were in peril, I didn’t give two shits about whether they lived or died. They could be chopped up into little bits for all I cared, because they were so two-dimensional and anything resembling a plot had slipped out from under them.
So yea… skip this one.