Stuart Keane

This was a very intense "psycho" thriller that kept me glued to my kindle the more I became involved in the storyline! Also this was the first book I have read by this author and it will not be my last.

Greg Irving is an up and coming author who decides to board a train as he needs to go to a book convention. It will be a long trip as he has a nine hour journey ahead of him. He boards the train hoping that no one sits next to him as he would like to just relax and enjoy the ride.

There will be no relaxation on this trip as Jessica, a woman that loves his books decides to sit down next to him. Greg is anything but thrilled as she likes to talk and starts drilling him about his books. He thinks she is harmless at first, but as time goes on, Greg finds out that she has more on her mind than just talking about his books. She is wanting something from him and she will do anything to get it.

What should have been a calm ride on the train turns into nightmare from hell as "Jessica" goes from being harmless to dangerous within a few miles.

This book was an edge of the seat thriller that I wasn't expecting and it took me on a ride that I will soon not forget!

Four stars on this one.… (mais)

I am one of those readers who often enjoys the company of a number of authors and stories at anyone time. As well as reading "8 Church Field There's no place like home" I am also perusing" Bazaar of Bad Dreams" by Stephen King. There could be no greater comparison than these two stories and indeed these two authors; one is a literary legend of the last 40+ years and the other well if I was to tell you that 8 Church Field is probably the third worst book I have ever read (the others being, Night of the Nazi Zombies, and 77 Days in September) then perhaps you can guess the direction this review is going.

We are introduced to the loathsome Elliott family; a foursome who only exist for their individual pleasure at the expense of everyone and everything else, and into their life comes "Jack" who will teach them the ways of the right and the just....and that's the plot for what it's worth. The writing is terrible, the characterization non existent, descriptions that could have been penned from the mind of a teenager......"and counting the globs of mushy cerebral tissue that rolled down the stiff fabric. He saw pink skull fragments of all shapes and sizes, several knots of dark muscle, and a pulpy string of severed optic nerve, which dangled from the middle of the material like a dead worm." The only reason I felt this short story was worthy of 1 star as compared to no stars!, was the revelation contained in the last few pages that sparked a little interest in me but of course all this paled into insignificance when set against the previous 98% of the story which was utter balderdash, gobbledygook, hogwash and poppycock. I only wish that when Jack was introduced he not only dealt with "The Elliotts" but also all those reviewers who felt this story worthy of 5 stars and indeed the author who had the audacity to put such rubbish in print and charge me 99p for the privilege of reading it!… (mais)