First off,
what a creepy cover! It just had that spooky eeriness that gives off that
foreboding feeling―like this is going to be one hell of a ride. And the man on
the cover looks like Hugh Jackman from his Van Helsing days. It just added to
the darkness of this tale.
"I’d just turned four when the
terror started. That’s my first memory of the horror that run through my
life—until I become a man and stopped it. Maybe it started before, and my
screwball mind erased it. I don’t know. But what I do know. I survived it. I
made it." (8)
Jake Malloy
was a young man that suffered an abusive childhood, which planted the root of
hate inside him. It all started from his early days in Hellridge, South Dakota,
where hell began.
The whole
story is a narrative told by the main character as he speaks to a tape
recorder. The way he speaks is the way the story reads―he jumps around, talking
about events that are not necessarily in order. It's like he talks about
whatever pops into his head. There's no flow to it. For example, one minute he's
talking about Dorothy stopping by for a visit, how he doesn't remember the bus
ride home, and that the doctors say she might get better one day; then he
quickly segues to how his parents met.
Story is
fairly slow as it mainly dictates the emotional and physical trauma of his
childhood. The scenes often felt repetitive and they weren't really pushing the
plot forward. There was just a lot of drunkenness, a lot of crying, a lot of
beatings. The entire thing was just a slow and uninteresting summary.
My rating: 2 stars
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