As an avid fan of McMahon’s past work, I had to give this one a go, regardless of not liking her previous one, The Children on the Hill. Alas, this was also a let-down. The story fell flat, as did the vapid characters. I think Benji was the most *likable*—if you can even call it that. The plot was predictable and nothing about it felt terrifying at all.
The performance and narration were good. Kitty Hendrix’s performance, especially, was creepy and just enough for me to make it to the end.
McMahon’s recent works seem to lack the once thrilling, heart-pounding quality that kept me engaged and compelled me to finish the book in one sitting. I miss the suspenseful mysteries of her past gems like, Don’t Breathe a Word, The Winter People, The Invited, and The Drowning Kind.