©2005 Susan Lisa Jackson; (P)2006 Recorded Books
There outta be a 'truth in genre' warning on this thing -- somewhere it should be disclosed that this is a romance, of the harlequin variety, so that those who like romances can find it. And those of us who don't, won't be misled. If I have to hear the sweet young narrator describe someone's "brrrrrrEASTS" one more time, I'm gonna howl. Where's the blood and death I thought I was getting? <g>
Lisa Jackson has awesome books and Carol Monda is my favorite reader her voice is perfect and she switches into the different characters well I wish she did all Lisa Jacksons books. but the good thing about it I will definitely listen to other books she reads and maybe I will find another author I like.
For all of you reviewers out there, I want you to know how important you are to me. Reviews are very powerful. Thought you should know.
It's hard to believe that this is the same author who wrote, "You Don't Want to Know", which I enjoyed very much. This was such a mess that I couldn't finish it. To be honest,I can't tell you whether the plot itself was clever or original because 2-1/2 hrs. was all that I could stand This is not my first dud, but it is my first negative review and the first book I couldn't stick with to the end. (Unfortunately, a second horrible book followed this one, but that's another story...no pun intended.)
I kept waiting for a story to develop, but in the meantime, the ridiculous dialogue between characters and the monotonous repetition in storylline were too painful for me to get there. Each scene was an exercise in stagnation. Rather than advancing the plot, she harped on the same details as if her readers had the attention span of a hamster. It eventually became more than I could take.
I'm afraid that the title, "Final Scream", refers to the sound made by Ms. Jackson's readers when they discover that they threw their money and time away on this turkey.
I enjoy Lisa jackson usually but the relationships in this story were redundant. Omg. I wanted to put all them in therapy. They discussed the same things over and over and over. They were miserable and made me want to poke my freaking eyes out.
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