A mother's past follows her to a town full of killer secrets in this riveting thriller from the New York Timesâ??bestselling author of The Final Victim.
Woodsbridge, New York, is the sort of upscale community where the American Dream is alive and thrivingâ??beautiful homes, safe neighborhood, tree-shaded streets, soccer moms, and happy families. But for Kathleen Carmody, Woodsbridge is something moreâ??a haven to escape memories of her rough childhood and a shattering secret that still haunts her; a place where her thirteen-year-old daughter, Jen, will have everything Kathleen didn't.
But suddenly, the sleepy, affluent suburb is gripped by fear. One by one, teenage girls are disappearing from Woodbridge's "safe" streets. Somebody wants what these charmed people have, and is ready to take what they love most. Someone who is targeting girls with long, blond hair and brown eyes . . . girls who look a lot like Jen. Someone who is watching and waiting for the moment Kathleen drops her guard and kisses her daughter goodbye . . .
"If you like Mary Higgins Clark, you'll love Wendy Corsi Straub." â??Lisa Jackso… (más)
This is one of those books that makes you want to throw it across the room -- not because it's tripe, but because it is so full of editing errors that it's hard to pay attention to the story.
There's a baby blanket that's key to the plot. The first time it's described as knitted. Later it's crocheted. And then it's knitted again. (Different crafts, Wendy!) A person is murdered and the person who finds the body notes a bullet hole in the back of the skull. Later in the book, the person is described as having been stabbed. More murders ensue, and at one point the identity of one victim is confused with the other -- by the writer! And finally, a hereditary physical oddity, also important to the plot, suddenly becomes a "scar" in the last 50 pages.
What the Everlasting Hell.....
The book has its own set of problems already, and didn't need to be further impeded by sloppy editing. It's fairly slow-paced for a thriller, and there is so much information telegraphed in advance that Western Union should probably get a cut of the royalties. There is a nice twist at the end, though the careful reader probably had at least a glimmer.
Essentially, it's a who's gonna do it, with a killer stalking teenage girls in a spanking new yuppie subdivision. Turns out it's not just a random wacko, but a murderer looking for a very specific girl. There are long-buried secrets, betrayals, philandering husbands, and teen-aged angst sprinkled in along the way.
If you're stuck at home with nothing else to read, this beats perusing the backs of cereal boxes. But not by much. ( )
This was a confusing, overly complicated story. There are a lot of characters, and when the bad guy is revealed, it seems to come totally out of left field.
Someone wants to kill Jen. Why? We don't know until the very end. Who is it? Same deal, we don't find out until the very end. Along the way, several other people get murdered. And what is the horrible secret Jen's mom is hiding? By the time it is finally revealed, it seemed a little anticlimactic. The last third of the book started moving pretty fast and was interesting, but the first two thirds of the book were a little slow for me. ( )
I really like Wendy Corsi Staub, and I'm a sucker for books set in Buffalo (although I actually didn't know this one was until I started recognizing the names of the suburbs), but this one just didn't hold my interest at this particular time. I might try it again in the fall, when I'm more in the mood for a thriller.
Dedicated in heartfelt memory of my cherished friend, the gentle Big Man Jon Charles Gifford 8/7/59-7/8/03 "Here's to you and those like you. Damned few left."
And with love to William Pijuan, aka Uncle Bill, who bravely carries on.
A mother's past follows her to a town full of killer secrets in this riveting thriller from the New York Timesâ??bestselling author of The Final Victim.
Woodsbridge, New York, is the sort of upscale community where the American Dream is alive and thrivingâ??beautiful homes, safe neighborhood, tree-shaded streets, soccer moms, and happy families. But for Kathleen Carmody, Woodsbridge is something moreâ??a haven to escape memories of her rough childhood and a shattering secret that still haunts her; a place where her thirteen-year-old daughter, Jen, will have everything Kathleen didn't.
But suddenly, the sleepy, affluent suburb is gripped by fear. One by one, teenage girls are disappearing from Woodbridge's "safe" streets. Somebody wants what these charmed people have, and is ready to take what they love most. Someone who is targeting girls with long, blond hair and brown eyes . . . girls who look a lot like Jen. Someone who is watching and waiting for the moment Kathleen drops her guard and kisses her daughter goodbye . . .
"If you like Mary Higgins Clark, you'll love Wendy Corsi Straub." â??Lisa Jackso
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There's a baby blanket that's key to the plot. The first time it's described as knitted. Later it's crocheted. And then it's knitted again. (Different crafts, Wendy!) A person is murdered and the person who finds the body notes a bullet hole in the back of the skull. Later in the book, the person is described as having been stabbed. More murders ensue, and at one point the identity of one victim is confused with the other -- by the writer! And finally, a hereditary physical oddity, also important to the plot, suddenly becomes a "scar" in the last 50 pages.
What the Everlasting Hell.....
The book has its own set of problems already, and didn't need to be further impeded by sloppy editing. It's fairly slow-paced for a thriller, and there is so much information telegraphed in advance that Western Union should probably get a cut of the royalties. There is a nice twist at the end, though the careful reader probably had at least a glimmer.
Essentially, it's a who's gonna do it, with a killer stalking teenage girls in a spanking new yuppie subdivision. Turns out it's not just a random wacko, but a murderer looking for a very specific girl. There are long-buried secrets, betrayals, philandering husbands, and teen-aged angst sprinkled in along the way.
If you're stuck at home with nothing else to read, this beats perusing the backs of cereal boxes. But not by much. (