2 Stars
WARNING: THIS IS GOING TO BE A HOT MESS.
You ready???? Okay . . . . .
Carol is “dead” – her evil husband (who was TOTALLY Justin LaMonte in my brain). Sidenote (yes already a sidenote): Do y’all know who Justin Lamonte is? Probably not because you’re not ancient, but if you too are old you might remember him as a super douchebag from North and South . . . .
Anyway,Justin Lamonte Dwight wants to get Carol in the dirt stat so he can have all of her dollah dollah bills yo. Buuuuuuuuut he’s in a race against time as Carol’s former beau was sent a telegram regarding her “death” and is coming to save the day – which again made my brain take a trip on the wayback machine and James Moxie was all Jessie from Kathleen Turner’s novels in Romancing the Stone . . . . .
But should have probably been more like this . . . .
Because you kind of get beaten over the head with the fact that he’s an outlawJosey Wales.
I have to admit I had to give a little bit of the side-eye to that very necessary plot point because . . . . .
Would the maid really notify this long-lost love that Carol told her about for like two seconds before eating the dirt and falling into one of her spells/comas/narcoleptic limbos that Carol was dead???? Probably not, but she has to here or there’s zero book.
And that’s my problem with most of the book. Ideas that weren’t fully thought out, characters who REALLY weren’t fully fleshed out and a synopsis that was way more interesting than the end result turned out to be left me feeling seriously meh throughout my entire reading experience. I should have known this might be a miss for me after not only having a bit of a rough go of it with Black Mad Wheel, or as I like to call it . . . .
But doubly so when it was pretty clear this story would take place in the Old West which makes me all . . . .
However, all I can ever think about when I see Malerman’s name is Bird Box which pretty much results in me being like . . . . .
Unbury Carol did not end up being the book for me, but Josh Malerman definitely knows how to words good so as soon as I see his name again I’m sure my reaction will be . . . .
Head’s up for any of you who are thinking this is going to be a horror: Prepare yourself because it sure as pig shit isn’t. And speaking of all the talk about pig shit, Mitchell has this to say about that . . . .
I say don’t turn it into a drinking game or you will quickly discover the following is a huge lie . . . .
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, NetGalley!
You ready???? Okay . . . . .
Carol is “dead” – her evil husband (who was TOTALLY Justin LaMonte in my brain). Sidenote (yes already a sidenote): Do y’all know who Justin Lamonte is? Probably not because you’re not ancient, but if you too are old you might remember him as a super douchebag from North and South . . . .
Anyway,
But should have probably been more like this . . . .
Because you kind of get beaten over the head with the fact that he’s an outlaw
I have to admit I had to give a little bit of the side-eye to that very necessary plot point because . . . . .
Would the maid really notify this long-lost love that Carol told her about for like two seconds before eating the dirt and falling into one of her spells/comas/narcoleptic limbos that Carol was dead???? Probably not, but she has to here or there’s zero book.
And that’s my problem with most of the book. Ideas that weren’t fully thought out, characters who REALLY weren’t fully fleshed out and a synopsis that was way more interesting than the end result turned out to be left me feeling seriously meh throughout my entire reading experience. I should have known this might be a miss for me after not only having a bit of a rough go of it with Black Mad Wheel, or as I like to call it . . . .
But doubly so when it was pretty clear this story would take place in the Old West which makes me all . . . .
However, all I can ever think about when I see Malerman’s name is Bird Box which pretty much results in me being like . . . . .
Unbury Carol did not end up being the book for me, but Josh Malerman definitely knows how to words good so as soon as I see his name again I’m sure my reaction will be . . . .
Head’s up for any of you who are thinking this is going to be a horror: Prepare yourself because it sure as pig shit isn’t. And speaking of all the talk about pig shit, Mitchell has this to say about that . . . .
I say don’t turn it into a drinking game or you will quickly discover the following is a huge lie . . . .
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, NetGalley!
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