By: Grady Hendrix
“He thinks we’re what we look like on the outside: nice Southern ladies. Let me tell you something… there’s nothing nice about Southern ladies.”
Patricia Campbell felt like her life was small. The only thing that she looked forward to was her book club with the Literary Guild. But even that wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be – the books they read were boring. She and her friends make another book club where they read true crime books.
Then James moves to town touting himself as a neighbors grandnephew. Things seems a little strange, but not strange enough to bring too much attention to himself.
Kids in a nearby town go missing, a woman who cleaned his house was missing, strange things start happening to Particia and she starts to question whether her new neighbor is really who he says he is.
This book takes place in the early 90s. So there is a lot of stereotypes within the book – women who give up their jobs to dote over their husbands and families while the husbands make money and cheat on their wives. It really disgusted me that this was the way this author thought to portray women at that time. Especially since my own experience is different.
I hated this book. There is no twist here – what you think is exactly what you get. It is a boring and slow read. On top of that, there were inconsistencies within the book itself. At one point James and Patricia go to the bank and on one page it is said that he lost his wallet. Then on the next page when they are wherever they were going, it was said that he left his wallet at home.
I did like that this story is told without chapters that bring you into the past. But that was the only redeeming quality of this book. Some of the scenes/chapters were really graphic and unnecessarily so. There were even parts of the story line that could have been left out and the plot of the book would have been the same.
Overall, this book just didn’t do it for me.
But, if you dare try to read it, you can buy it here.
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