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A review by suebee135
Bedbugs: A Novel of Infestation by Ben H. Winters
3.0
Susan and Alex Wendt, along with their young daughter Emma, have just moved to a newly renovated Brooklyn brownstone. But is it their dream apartment or will it become their worst nightmare?
When Susan awakes one morning with three red welts on her arm, she is sure they have bedbugs in their beautiful new home. Though the exterminator she calls in to inspect the apartment declares it free from bugs, Susan cannot shake the feeling they have an infestation. Paranoia soon sets in as Susan begins to feel she is being targeted by these intruders while Alex and Emma remain untouched.
Susan’s physical and mental health begin to deteriorate and she spends her days scouring the internet for information about bedbugs, and about the young couple who lived in the apartment before them. When she comes across a reference to a book entitled “Shadow Species”, she finds that what she may be dealing with are “badbugs”. Unlike bedbugs that drink blood, “badbugs feast on body and soul”. Yikes.
Most people who know me know that I am slightly obsessed with bedbugs, or more accurately, with avoiding bedbugs. So it is no surprise that I found this book to be pretty creepy. After you read this you may find yourself checking your bedding every night before you go to bed. But hey, better to be safe than sorry…
When Susan awakes one morning with three red welts on her arm, she is sure they have bedbugs in their beautiful new home. Though the exterminator she calls in to inspect the apartment declares it free from bugs, Susan cannot shake the feeling they have an infestation. Paranoia soon sets in as Susan begins to feel she is being targeted by these intruders while Alex and Emma remain untouched.
Susan’s physical and mental health begin to deteriorate and she spends her days scouring the internet for information about bedbugs, and about the young couple who lived in the apartment before them. When she comes across a reference to a book entitled “Shadow Species”, she finds that what she may be dealing with are “badbugs”. Unlike bedbugs that drink blood, “badbugs feast on body and soul”. Yikes.
Most people who know me know that I am slightly obsessed with bedbugs, or more accurately, with avoiding bedbugs. So it is no surprise that I found this book to be pretty creepy. After you read this you may find yourself checking your bedding every night before you go to bed. But hey, better to be safe than sorry…