This is the first time I have immersed myself in the work of this author, despite having heard quite a bit about her talent and reputation. The characters in the story are captivating, though there’s an underlying juvenile quality to them that lingers even as they transition into adulthood. The adults in the narrative often come across as vindictive, which adds a layer of complexity but can be frustrating at times. While the plot itself is engaging and constructed well, there are moments when it feels like crucial backstory and deeper character insights are missing. Personally, I’ve never been a fan of short chapters; they tend to disrupt the flow of the story for me, making it feel like I’m flipping through many more pages than necessary.

The narrative begins with Tim Robertson as a child, showcasing a poignant moment from his youth. Along with his best friend, Damien, Tim embarks on a small yet ambitious venture selling cookies in their neighborhood to raise funds for an upcoming field trip. One fateful day, after a rather underwhelming sales effort, the boys decide to approach one final house before an impending storm rolls in. This house, directly across the street from Tim’s own home, belongs to two elderly ladies who are known in the neighborhood for their distinctive blue 1957 Cadillac parked prominently out front. When Damien volunteers to go inside the house to collect payment for the cookies, he mysteriously never reappears. As Tim stands outside, feeling a growing sense of unease, the unexpected strikes: he is hit by lightning for the first time.

Fast forward twenty years, and Tim still grapples with the trauma and unanswered questions surrounding his friend’s disappearance. Now a married man with a son whom he has named after Damien, Tim finds it hard to shake off the shadows of his past. Life takes another twist when the house across the street is sold, and the new residents eerily resemble the same elderly ladies from his childhood. As Tim’s life begins to unravel, he seeks someone to blame, fixating on these women from the past. However, he learns that the cycles of blame and the thirst for vengeance can have unforeseen and devastating consequences.

While I had the impression that this story aimed to evoke fear, perhaps I’ve become too jaded or desensitized to be easily frightened. I do hope that as I delve deeper into more works by this author, the intensity and scariness increase. I suspect others might experience this narrative on a more visceral level, and I’m thankful for the opportunity to explore it. Enjoy the read, and brace yourself for what comes next…

My rating: 🦋🦋🦋🦋

“He couldn’t escape that eerie feeling in the bottom of his stomach. It had been there for a long time now. Since the day he pulled that triathlete out of the river. It was like he was just waiting for something terrible to happen, like his entire life was on a direct course for disaster. What was it his grandmother always called it? Oh, yeah—it felt like it was all going to Hell in a Handbasket.”