To Go: 5
91. Call Me Russell — Russell Peters
92. The Golden Compass — Philip Pullman
93. Homeport — Nora Roberts
94. The Search — Nora Roberts
95. Beach House — R.L. Stine
Swim. Sunbathe. Die.
The sun is hot. The water’s cold. And the kids are cool. Too cool to live. Because a killer is stalking them, one by one. A killer who never leaves a clue. Who disappears as completely as a footprint in the sand. A killer who has found a very special place in the sun for some very special fun.
For those of you keeping track, I’m all caught up to speed now. In fact, I’m actually ahead of schedule since this book was so short and easy to finish! (I was going to read Memoirs of a Geisha, but thought this would be easier to get through.)
Also, in the interest of full disclosure, I may have read this before. I’ve had it on my shelf for years, so I’m inclined to say that yes, I have.
From what I understand, Beach House is a young adult thriller, and a pretty good one at that. For the most part it wasn’t predictable and offered its fair share of blood, gore, and mystery. I liked the twist that linked the summer of 1956 to “this summer.” (At the time it was published it would’ve been 1992…wow, this book is as old as me!) It was a little bit too easy, and left a little to be desired in terms of wrapping up the story in a way that made sense, but it was a creative choice.
All in all, not a bad book. A little juvenile, but I suppose it was intended.
Next book: I think I’m going to try my hand at 11/22/63 by Stephen King. Either that, or Into The Heart of the Country by Pauline Holdstock.