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Good Neighbors
by Sarah Langan
I was given this book by my coworker who HATED it and wanted someone to join her in misery. Yes, I knew she hated this book when I started reading, but I always read a book with as little bias as possible. That being said, hooooboy, she was absolutely right.
The basic premise of the book: Climate change and extreme heat causes the Mouth to Hell to open in an idyllic suburban neighborhood. Over time, the oozing madness inducing sludge slowly drives the people to insanity while the mouth is busy consuming the local wildlife. No, I'm lying. That plot would have actually made more sense. Instead, it's just a sinkhole causing the entire neighborhood to drown in sludge while people lose their minds for no apparent reason. The WHOLE book I was waiting for an explanation for the seemingly senseless occurrences of both bouts of violent madness and paranoia from the people and the strange almost supernatural properties of the sinkhole. Lovecraftian monstrosities? Gate to the netherrealm? No. No payoff, no satisfying answers. The entire book is equivalent to when you REALLY have to sneeze and it tortures you for a few minutes just to disappear. NO. I WANTED THE SATISFACTION OF THE SNEEZE GOSH DARNIT.
I won't even get into the writing quality or the lack of proper science.
I finally understand why my coworker threw the book on the ground and stomped on it before handing it to me. (Yes, this actually happened).
The basic premise of the book: Climate change and extreme heat causes the Mouth to Hell to open in an idyllic suburban neighborhood. Over time, the oozing madness inducing sludge slowly drives the people to insanity while the mouth is busy consuming the local wildlife. No, I'm lying. That plot would have actually made more sense. Instead, it's just a sinkhole causing the entire neighborhood to drown in sludge while people lose their minds for no apparent reason. The WHOLE book I was waiting for an explanation for the seemingly senseless occurrences of both bouts of violent madness and paranoia from the people and the strange almost supernatural properties of the sinkhole. Lovecraftian monstrosities? Gate to the netherrealm? No. No payoff, no satisfying answers. The entire book is equivalent to when you REALLY have to sneeze and it tortures you for a few minutes just to disappear. NO. I WANTED THE SATISFACTION OF THE SNEEZE GOSH DARNIT.
I won't even get into the writing quality or the lack of proper science.
I finally understand why my coworker threw the book on the ground and stomped on it before handing it to me. (Yes, this actually happened).