I don't quite know what to make of this. I wasn't much impressed with the only other book I've read by these authors, 'Catch Your Death', which had a great premise and some high-energy action, but suffered from poor characterisation and implausible plot devices. So it crossed my mind that this book might turn out to be a mistake. It's cheap, however, and the writing is competent enough, and on certain levels I found it enjoyable.
It's unusual to have two authors, but this book is
perfect for it. The two characters, Siobhan and Alex, have alternate
chapters, both written in the first person, and I presume that Mark
Edwards wrote Alex and Louise Voss wrote Siobhan (although perhaps it
would be more interesting if it were the other way round). Alex is
perhaps the more convincing character. He comes across as a very
believable young man of a certain type - socially inept, self-centred,
arrogant but also insecure, and thinking about sex the whole time. Or
perhaps I should say, he conforms to my idea of young men of a certain
type; I don't really have a clue whether this is an accurate portrayal
of the male psyche, but it seems convincing enough to me.
is a little less believable. She's required to fulfil the role of
self-confident older woman (in Alex's eyes), while also being quite
timid and insecure, and it's an uneasy juxtaposition. In particular,
when Alex starts stalking her, she is remarkably slow to realise what is
going on. She is obsessively tidy, for example, yet she convinces
herself that she left things scattered around her house, rather than
remembering the missing key and realising straight away that someone had
broken in. And you have to be peculiarly dense to imagine that you
could order expensive lingerie online and not remember it. But it's a
One thing makes me a little uncomfortable. Because
we can see inside Alex's head, we know that he means Siobhan no harm. He
is, in his twisted little way, courting her. He sends her flowers and
lingerie and expensive clothes. OK, he breaks into her house and uses
her credit card to do it, but still... She is freaked out but she also
thinks - well, he's kind of cute. Wrong. There's nothing romantic or
cute about a man stalking a woman. It's just creepy. Even if the point
is that he's superficially normal and there's a psychotic nutter inside
all of us (a fairly questionable premise, but never mind), it's still
creepy, and no rational woman, surely, is going to be turned on by it.
Well, not in real life, anyway, but this is fiction, and there does seem
to be a huge demand for books with creepy stalker-type heroes,
especially the blood-sucking type, so what do I know.
as the plot burbles along, it actually begins to feel quite plausible.
Alex's instant distraction by another woman (and sex!) is perfectly in
character, and even Siobhan's slide from freaked out victim to angry
obsession seems no more than mildly odd. She already has an obsessive
personality after all. And each little step along the way seems, if not
exactly natural, then at least not such a stretch from what went before.
I would probably have enjoyed it more if I hadn't been constantly
wondering - would a real person actually behave that way?
end, it never quite worked for me. I could admire the carefully thought
out plot and the neat little twists and turns at just the right places,
but the characters never quite came alive for me and the story was just
a little too laboured at times. I see what the authors were trying to
do and I admire the attempt to rationalise just how a couple of
seemingly normal people can end up in that situation, but I'm not quite
sure what position the reader is expected to take - sympathise? be
horrified? be amused? or simply feel there but for the grace of God and
all that? Are we really supposed to empathise with people who do this
kind of stuff? I'm all for the anti-hero and likeable villains and so
on, but these two are fairly charmless. An interesting idea, but for me,
ultimately unsuccessful. Three stars.