Originally read December 6, 2013
True story… It was a dark and stormy night here in the Atlanta suburbs when I began reading this book. I read up to about 25% and then started to feel sleepy, so I put my Kindle down to get ready for bed. As I was slipping into my pajamas, my mind was still on the book I had been reading. Suddenly, the electricity went out and I was plunged into darkness. All I could do was laugh because, really, how perfect was that? That was essentially how events in the book had started – the electricity went out. Unfortunately, before I could go grab a flashlight to further reenact the book, the lights came back on.
I really enjoyed reading this book. I’ve seen reviews elsewhere that complain this story is derivative. I don’t doubt this is true. However, it’s been a long time since I’ve read a horror novel and I’m not familiar with whatever horror movies and books are currently popular. So, for me, this was a fresh and new story that didn’t remind me of anything except why I used to enjoy reading horror books when I was younger.
This novel also reminded me of one of the tendencies of the genre that I used to find annoying. In my experience, horror novels often end in an open-ended manner. Even though I suspected I was headed for that sort of an ending based on the way the book began, I was still pretty annoyed when I got to the end of the book and it was left completely open as to how things may have turned out. I can imagine an ending for myself, and I definitely have some ideas, but I prefer to get a satisfying conclusion to a story from the author.
The writing style was in the first-person perspective, and I found it to be very engaging. The pages seemed to fly by. I didn’t really find the story to be scary. I guess it was mildly creepy at times, maybe, but not to an extent that I felt any urge to turn on all the lights. But it was still a great read, despite the somewhat unsatisfying ending.