I was compelled to read this, the same way I was compelled to read Twilight. It was a page turner, but the writing was not great and the foreshadowing made me gag. (Don't think I'm a snobby adult, I even disliked YA fiction when I was a YA) Everyone I know loved this book. I didn't love it, but parts were good. Some characters were memorable, but few were really interesting. I think the drunk guy was the best.
I wanted to like this one. The author was so cool when he was on Anthony Bourdain's show. I liked Winters Bone. But.. this was just a collection of stories with the same feeling over and over. Too much emphasis on evil or wrong makes it seem diluted. Or, overwhelming, like when you pour too much hot sauce on your dinner and then it's no fun to eat. Great writing and creepy ideas, but just not something I looked forward to reading.
Well, I thought this would be better. The author lost major points by 1) calling Cleveland a ‘wasteland,' and 2) referring to a library science degree with what could be contempt, but is probably just ignorance. An English major does not a Librarian make.
Even though I disliked the author's premise and assumptions (and at times tone), I did really like the characters in the book and how he describes their effect on him. The shining moment was the realization that he (and many others) had been glamorizing the pimp/ho dynamic when in reality it is an ugly, ugly thing.
I was so happy with this book for the half of it that I've read so far.. Compared to most mystery thriller type crap, it has a lot of good writing/character development, etc. The story is actually told without constant dialogue!
Basically, I loved reading this book until it incorporated the element of woman as rape/torture victim. Reading those kind of story lines are troubling, for sure, but more importantly, they have become really boring and stereotypical. Seriously, are there any thrillers out there without this stuff? Part of me thinks that readers of these types of books become numb to REAL violations of women's bodies and rights, or at least expect it to happen. (I guess I should have known when Lisbeth was described as so thin and vulnerable that the author might disappoint in this way)
I do have half the book left.. we'll see if it gets better (or worse).
update... It didn't get better, but at least he's not playing fake relationship with Lisbeth anymore.
Reading this book is like cruising along as a passenger in a race car. It's a fast and easy read and requires no special exertion from the reader. The best thing about it is that the dog is a narrator. The worst thing about it is how the author forgets this from time to time, or has to work at getting the dog into the scene to be able to describe to the reader what is happening. I would have definitely preferred a story without all the ends tied up, but more closely aligned with what Enzo, the pooch, might have seen/heard/thought.
I appreciated the last few pages- they made me smile in a way I was hoping to smile through the entire book.