JL

Bag of Bones was okay. I read it over the course of three days and it maintained my interest pretty much to the ending, however, the conclusion was pure Hollywood unfortunately. This was far from a best work for practically any author.

Flight Attendant. For me the book rated a 5 on scale of 10. Protagonist was very similar to Girl on a Train, i.e. too much description about binge drinking, and I grew unsympathetic toward her. The Russia discussions were over the top and didn't build the story necessarily. The twist at the end was not so credible. I did manage to get through the book in a winter day, so at least it held my interest. I'll try to read another book from this author though.

Disappointing really. It's a 700-page book, which was okay until around page 400 or 450 where it really starts to read blandly, almost in Patterson fashion. I finished it, but yearn for the Stephen King olden days. The subject is clearly outside King's element and although he writes in the credits after the ending about research performed, I am wondering what kind of research went into how tendrils might form from the body and wrap up each sleeping female half of the world population. I'm not saying it should be a reality or real possibility, but just asking the author to describe it in real terms so that I become engaged. At some point I just uttered to myself "cellophane, or whatever". The ending was severely trite. Would be perfect for a film I'd never bother to watch.