November, 2024
November 1st, 2024, 8:02 p.m. - Maybe I just can't be scared by books?
44. The Spite House (Johnny Compton)
Up next: The Gathering (C.J. Tudor)
November 9th, 2024, 1:20 p.m. - Not enough bite
45. The Gathering (C.J. Tudor)
Up next: To Name the Bigger Lie (Sarah Viren)
November 16th, 2024, 3:57 p.m. - Out of the cave
46. To Name the Bigger Lie (Sarah Viren)
Up next: Memorials (Richard Chizmar)
November 23rd, 2024, 3:56 p.m. - My kingdom for a book I fully enjoy
47. Memorials (Richard Chizmar)
Up next: What We'll Burn Last (Heather Chavez)
November 30th, 2024, 4:17 p.m. - Something something slow burn something something
48. What We'll Burn Last (Heather Chavez)
Up next: The Hungry Dark (Jen Williams)
I wanted to read a horror book for Halloween, but I ended up with something that was more sad than scary. I did really like Compton's writing, though.
Way too many characters to sort through and not enough hints to figure out who the killer was. Also, there's a big red herring so obvious that it basically screams, "This isn't what you think!" There were a couple of good twists, but not enough to save this.
This was a book that should have been an essay or a series of essay. Not enough material to fill the pages, and too much that was irrelevant. The last 25+ pages were excruciating to get through.
Like To Name the Bigger Lie, I liked this in the beginning but there didn't end up being enough to fill the story. I was desparate to get to the ending just so something would happen. I do like how Chizmar writes his characters, though.
The first half was too slow, but it picks up out of nowhere and I was eager to get through the rest and find out what happened. Not my favorite of Chavez's books, but pretty good.