The forgotten girls? A forgotten book. 30% into this book and I was still not invested in the story. The characters are flat, though in some strange sense still kind of relatable, but not enough so that you get invested in them. It’s a very difficult to describe sort of feeling, but when I hit the 40% mark, I decided to give up on this book and mark it as “did not finish.” That makes me very sad because…who the hell actually likes giving up on books?
The pacing is ridiculously slow. It felt like the same five fucking minutes were happening over and over even though the story was technically progressing, but fucking barely. Good lord. Maybe there just wasn’t enough action for this to be a book about a serial killer, which sounds just a little bit crazy, but, you can see how salty I am about it. Murder mysteries are some of my favorites, but this… just drained all of the mystery out of murder because I just was not there with the characters.
“You can start the day a stone cold loser–and end it a hero.” I’ll bet. This book is no hero of mine. (Yes, I had to. I’m a raging bitch. Let me live.) I’m sure I died several times trying to drag myself through it to find out what happened to these supposedly forgotten murder victims. *cries in reader’s woe*
“Or you can start the day high on the hog–but by bedtime be dead.” She makes it so easy, doesn’t it? *cackles* It really does kill me when a book is just…not good…at all. Just a special kind of torture. What did I do to deserve such suffering?
The story (or what I read of it, anyway) is burdened with too much telling. Can the readers get some description of what’s going on so we can see it? Or nah? It’s like… having the narrator inject herself into the events instead of watching them unfold with your own eyes. So that’s…not good. At all.
Long periods of time pass where there are no mentions of one of our main characters, so much so that…I kind of forgot about him… like those poor, forgotten girls.
This was my first time reading anything by this author. I generally do like to give unknown writers a chance, literally, one chance to to catch me. I wasn’t caught so I’ll give the rest of Alexa Steele’s novels a hard pass.