Well I for one will now be studiously studying the person next to me at the checkout buying bleach!
Good Samaritans, The Blurb:
“Seth Beauman can’t sleep. He stays up late, calling strangers from his phonebook, hoping to make a connection, while his wife, Maeve, sleeps upstairs. A crossed wire finds a suicidal Hadley Serf on the phone to Seth, thinking she is talking to The Samaritans. But a seemingly harmless, late-night hobby turns into something more for Seth and for Hadley, and soon their late-night talks are turning into day-time meet-ups. And then this dysfunctional love story turns into something altogether darker, when Seth brings Hadley home… And someone is watching…“
I applaud the mind of Will Carver for coming up with this sick, twisted, disturbing, thriller. Just how dark this book is, is revealed in the opening chapter where the reader is informed about the effects on a human body bathed in bleach (not pretty). We are then informed however that it’s OK, it won’t hurt as you will be dead and can just lie there and rest. Indeed!
I applaud the mind of Will Carver for managing to inject humour into said sick, twisted, disturbing, thriller. Dark humour of course, “How embarrassing to be found dead having cut your wrists the wrong way. I’d never live it down.”
I applaud the mind of Will Carver for his excellent social commentary “the great art of conversation had seemingly been lost somewhere between your latest faux-humble bragging status and your next hashtag.” And for his spot on observations “She would hate the picture that her parents had provided [to the police] because she thought she looked overweight in that one. She was right. She didn’t know it made the public less sympathetic towards her. They cared more if you died and you were pretty.”
I applaud the mind of Will Carver for writing Chapter 116 all about social media statuses, wishing happy birthday to a child not yet capable of reading. Replying to said message congratulating the illiterate toddler personally. Sending a message to a deceased love one when in reality your dead uncle is not scrolling through his feed whilst he decomposes underground. Harsh, but then the book is no snugly pair of slippers.
I applaud the mind of Will Carver for the sex, the griminess (despite the copious amounts of bleach) and the alcohol (almost as much as the bleach). It’s definitely original and definitely worth a read. Phew, managed to review it without giving away the plot. Result!
P.P.S Just LOVE the cover being yellow. Stands out a mile.