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Fusing the tension of a first-rate thriller with a provocative take on where thrillers come from, The Only Child will keep you up until its last unforgettable revelation.
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By Ellie d on 05-30-17
Could not put this down. This particular genre is fascinating to me and always has been. There were times in the telling by Christina where I felt like I was standing next to the demonic presence of Michael as he spoke to his daughter. The part where Lilly reads the letter from Michael on the airplane is especially creepy and well done. Nice big twist at the end. Very entertaining.
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By Nicole C. on 07-03-18
Just Couldn’t Do It
Unfortunately, Andrew Pyper has never been able to live up to his novel, The Demonologist. This was just bad. So bad, I couldn’t finish it.
I want to impress upon you how exceedingly rare it is for me to not finish a book. I don’t feel right not finishing a book I’ve started.
With this book, within ten minutes, I knew I’d made a mistake. I fully intended to finish it anyway, but then I went to hit play one day, saw I still had 5 hours left to trudge through, and decided life is too short. Here’s what made this such a miss for me:
First of all, I thought I was getting a ghost/demon/possession story. This is not that. No spoilers here, but what this book actually is is more of an expansion on a book that has already been written.
The book references several classics, in fact, which is fine, and usually even interesting, except that this time, it was just...not. Pyper isn’t doing anything especially original here. He’s not even, I don’t think, doing anything especially scary.
But, above all, this audiobook’s greatest downfall was the narrator. She was abysmal. I got cocky and bought this one without listening to the sample first. Do yourself a favor and don’t make the same mistake.
First of all, she is reading at a snail’s pace. And she seems to alternate between trying to sound pouty, and sounding like an adult telling cheesy ghost stories to a bunch of 10-year-olds sitting around a campfire. Neither affect is appropriate or the least bit pleasing to listen to.
I am probably going to seek a refund on this one. Unfortunately, the time I spent trying to slog through it can’t be refunded. I really enjoyed The Demonologist, which I read in print form. I continue to root for Andrew Pyper—hopefully he’ll hit the mark again some day.