My rating: 1 of 5 stars
I read this book on my Kindle because I love psychological thrillers, and this had gotten a lot of five-star reviews.
Here's part of Amazon's summary:
In November 1974, a young woman called Sylvia Tredwin goes missing. Nobody has the faintest idea where she’s gone. She was wearing only a light skirt and T-shirt, didn’t take anything with her, no suitcase, nothing. Simply went out one dark evening and never returned.
Some say she went off with another man, because there’d already been talk in the small Somerset village of Petheram that she’s that type of woman – attractive, flirty with it, dressed too provocatively. But her husband, Bruce Tredwin, doesn’t believe a word of the callous whisperings of the locals as they gossip about his outsider wife. So he never gives up searching for her. A fortnight later on a stormy winter’s night he finds her. She’s naked in a place called Flinder’s Field, wandering aimlessly, badly bruised and in total shock. But what she says to him will astound everyone.
She says she’s been abducted by aliens, and she was never to be the same again, with tragic consequences…
While not badly written, I had two glaring problems with this book:
1) It took SO long to get going. It was well into the book before anything really started happening.
2) And this one is a biggie: I COULDN'T STAND THE CHARACTERS, especially the main character, George Lee!
George returns to Petheram, the village of his birth, and decides to try to find out exactly what happened to Sylvia Tredwin.
George was quite frankly a jerk, with no endearing qualities or anything that drew me to him. Quite honestly, I didn't care if he lived or died.
None of the other characters were much better.
I stuck it out only because other readers had raved about the huge twist at the end, but even the twist failed to wow me.
The author has been touted as England's answer to Dean Koonce and Stephen King, but judging by this book, I'm not seeing it.
Here's part of Amazon's summary:
In November 1974, a young woman called Sylvia Tredwin goes missing. Nobody has the faintest idea where she’s gone. She was wearing only a light skirt and T-shirt, didn’t take anything with her, no suitcase, nothing. Simply went out one dark evening and never returned.
Some say she went off with another man, because there’d already been talk in the small Somerset village of Petheram that she’s that type of woman – attractive, flirty with it, dressed too provocatively. But her husband, Bruce Tredwin, doesn’t believe a word of the callous whisperings of the locals as they gossip about his outsider wife. So he never gives up searching for her. A fortnight later on a stormy winter’s night he finds her. She’s naked in a place called Flinder’s Field, wandering aimlessly, badly bruised and in total shock. But what she says to him will astound everyone.
She says she’s been abducted by aliens, and she was never to be the same again, with tragic consequences…
While not badly written, I had two glaring problems with this book:
1) It took SO long to get going. It was well into the book before anything really started happening.
2) And this one is a biggie: I COULDN'T STAND THE CHARACTERS, especially the main character, George Lee!
George returns to Petheram, the village of his birth, and decides to try to find out exactly what happened to Sylvia Tredwin.
George was quite frankly a jerk, with no endearing qualities or anything that drew me to him. Quite honestly, I didn't care if he lived or died.
None of the other characters were much better.
I stuck it out only because other readers had raved about the huge twist at the end, but even the twist failed to wow me.
The author has been touted as England's answer to Dean Koonce and Stephen King, but judging by this book, I'm not seeing it.
