Anywho, this aunt takes in her troubled nephew who is 16. That right there is a major tip-off. It can either go one of two ways: the nephew can turn his life around and make something good for himself due to the horrific events that he saw, or he can turn into this deranged killer himself from hanging out with the killer who was already named in the beginning of the book.
Ok: So I think that we all know already that I love to read. I think that we have had that well established. Anywho, the point that I think I'm going to make is that if you're going to write a book, you should really make the book so that the reader can't figure out who the killer is within the first few chapters of the book. (Although that may or may not be the point I'm making. I think that I'm just rambling to ramble because I feel like hearing the oh, so comforting click-clack of my nails on the keys of the keyboard.)
It's one thing to say who the killer is, but it's another to have another killer and not name him or her and the reader is still able to figure out who the hell it is.
That's what's happened in the book that I'm reading right now. I mean, it was pretty good while I was still in the dark about who the real killer was, but as soon as I figured out who this killer was, the book just kind of went down hill from there. And I know that everyone has different opinions about what makes a good book and what doesn't, so I'm not going to tell you how this book ends on the off chance that you'd want to read it. Like I said, it's not a bad read; but I already have it figured out. (Come to think of it, I won't even tell you the name of the book, but I'll tell you who the killer was.)
It really has nothing to do with the fact that it's a male, that he's troubled, or that he's 16. What it really has to deal with is the fact that his actual parents treat him in the classic sense of how parents treat the kids who grow up to be killers. Like Jeffery Dahmer or John Wayne Gacy, just to name a few. And this kid was treated in the same way that these parents treat the people who grow up to become killers. And she gets points for sticking to the truth -- the different ways that one can grow up to be a killer: the hate, the abuse, the transference of that hate for a person onto an animal, which goes into the control of killing the animal, which eventually goes into the control of killing another human that fits the same criteria of the person(s) who originally created the seed of hate inside their bellies. But this chick -- her name's Eileen Dreyer -- she put it way too in the open. Not only does she tell you who the first killer is, but she also gives away the fact that it's this young kid who looks up to and idolizes this sick guy.
Or maybe this is just me. Maybe I was the only freak who was able to figure out who the other killer was just by reading the first few chapters. I think that I got to chapter 6 when she gave it away. I was like 60 pages into the book when I figured out that she was keeping the killer right under her roof and whatnot. But hey, that's just me. There were a couple lines that gave it away, and I don't want to quote them because that means that I'll have to tell you the name of the book. And I don't want to spoil the book in case it happens to just be me who was able to figure it out. Because I'm strange like that.It takes a really good mystery or thriller to keep me guessing. And that is why I would never be able to act in a movie; it would kill me not being able just to blurt it out halfway through. And not just because I would know who it was; mostly because I would forget who the hell it was and re-figure it out again as the movie goes on.
But I'm just saying....
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