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A review by ta_ta_ta_tia
Afraid by Jack Kilborn
1.0
I won this book on Goodreads. I tried to finish it. I swear, but it was just soooo unbelievably bad.
Consider the an excerpt that begins on page 2, where a "killer" enters a house, pops microwave popcorn, throws kernels at his victim, and then kills her:
Maggie is sleeping while her husband, Sal, is out fishing late at night. Sounds coming from downstairs wake her up. She assumes it's her husband and closes her eyes and goes back to sleep.
"She opened them a moment later, when the sound of the microwave carried up the stairs. Then came the muffled machine-gun report of popcorn popping. Sal shouldn't be eating at this hour. The doctor had warned him about that, and how it aggravated his acid refux disease. . ."
She calls out his name a few times and bangs on the floor. No answer, so she gets annoyed and tries going back to sleep. She hears her husband's fishing boat in the distance and flips out, realizing the popcorn-popper is not her husband.
"She held her breath, trying to listen to noises from downstairs. Maggie did hear something, but the sound wasn't coming from the lower level. It was coming from the hallway right outside her bedroom. THE SOUND OF SOMEONE CHEWING POPCORN."
"More munching. Closer. He was practically in the room. She could smell the popcorn now, the butter and salt, and the odor made her stomach do flip-flops. . . . Chewing, right next to her bed. . . . The bag rustled. Something touched Maggie's face and she gasped. A tiny pat on her cheek. It happened again on her forehead, making her flinch. Popcorn. He was throwing popcorn at her."
"Maggie's voice came out in a whisper. 'What are you going to do?' The springs creaked as he sat on the edge of the bed. 'Everything,' he said."
Consider the an excerpt that begins on page 2, where a "killer" enters a house, pops microwave popcorn, throws kernels at his victim, and then kills her:
Maggie is sleeping while her husband, Sal, is out fishing late at night. Sounds coming from downstairs wake her up. She assumes it's her husband and closes her eyes and goes back to sleep.
"She opened them a moment later, when the sound of the microwave carried up the stairs. Then came the muffled machine-gun report of popcorn popping. Sal shouldn't be eating at this hour. The doctor had warned him about that, and how it aggravated his acid refux disease. . ."
She calls out his name a few times and bangs on the floor. No answer, so she gets annoyed and tries going back to sleep. She hears her husband's fishing boat in the distance and flips out, realizing the popcorn-popper is not her husband.
"She held her breath, trying to listen to noises from downstairs. Maggie did hear something, but the sound wasn't coming from the lower level. It was coming from the hallway right outside her bedroom. THE SOUND OF SOMEONE CHEWING POPCORN."
"More munching. Closer. He was practically in the room. She could smell the popcorn now, the butter and salt, and the odor made her stomach do flip-flops. . . . Chewing, right next to her bed. . . . The bag rustled. Something touched Maggie's face and she gasped. A tiny pat on her cheek. It happened again on her forehead, making her flinch. Popcorn. He was throwing popcorn at her."
"Maggie's voice came out in a whisper. 'What are you going to do?' The springs creaked as he sat on the edge of the bed. 'Everything,' he said."