Sad to admit that if the cover had depicted something not as subconsciously menacing, I could have sauntered right past this fascinating book, and not have been unknowingly pulled in so by the characters depicted so wonderfully, not only in words, but greatly by, IMHO, the narrator who brought them to life. I strangely became close to the main couple and their house guest, and finding myself at moments of having to stop or pause the audio just giving myself another minute, and turning it back on as soon as I was able. Even after the second or third chapter, I was guessing this and that (of which I pride myself on usually being able to work out twists and outcomes, with great accuracy) none came to exact fruition, only one coming close.

Firstly the cover and then the title made me straight away select it, even the synopsis kept me going in the same direction, but alas no, no horror here, well not in the usual term, instead I found a book that had me shouting out aloud, asking a character what the hell they were doing, smiling when acts of kindness happened and to feel fear for them when the situation described certain other scenes. Wow, it's strange how, when looking for something new, but in my favourite genre of 'horror', I choose firstly with my eyes, as I believe many do, even though I try really hard to live by 'never judge a book by its cover' in my life, its just the way, when wading through dozens, that I start to narrow it down.

Crawlspace herbert lieberman