Like fine wine, I needed this story to breathe a little while before I wrote about it. Because, let’s face it, this story is like fine wine.
It is balanced, brilliant, has character and depth and a very strong finish.
It is the story of Guinevere Beck. “I…just go by Beck.”
It is the story of Joe Goldberg.
It is the story of passion. Of hatred. Of love, however warped that love may be.
To say that Joe is Beck’s stalker is to seriously underestimate Joe’s abilities. He inserts himself into all aspects of Beck’s life, without her having any idea. His obsession with Beck goes above and beyond any stalker to whom you’ve ever been made aware.
From the moment that Beck enters the bookstore where Joe works, he knows she is flirting with him. He knows she wants him. And he knows he has to have her. They are supposed to be together. They are meant for each other.
Even if Beck doesn’t realize it. Even if Beck is involved with someone else. Even if Beck flirts with everyone.
But Joe is not everyone else. Joe is sure of himself. He knows his own destiny. And he is smooth. Patient. Impatient. Casual. Irritable. Thorough.
The only question that remains is how far will he go to convince Beck that their relationship is their inevitability.
The storyline is superb. Extremely creepy. And completely believable.
But the language used by Kepnes is hypnotic. “He rents you out, the same way he rents out loft space…”
“They’re in their own world, where good things happen, a quarter-mile and a million light years away.”
“The problem with books is that they end. They seduce you…and leave your possessions and your ties to the world at the door and you like it inside and you don’t want for your possessions or your ties and then,…you turn the page and there is nothing.”
If you are into mystery, fear, and suspense, you must read this book.
If you are into words, phrases, and eloquence, you must read this book.