It’s been a year since I’ve completed a book (not including ones I’ve read with my 7-year old). An embarassingly adult book-free year. I’ve started a few, but either wasn’t interested enough to finish them (I’m looking at you Crazy Rich Asians), or, really, just not interested enough to start any new ones either.
On a side note, while not an entirely new phenomenon (as it’s not uncommon with romance novelists apparently), in an article for the Atlantic, Sophie Gilbert explores the relatively increasing number of men using female or androgynous pseudonyms in the thriller novel genre. The Guardian also has an article about this for the curious, which also delves into the apparent phenomenon of the appeal of violent books to women.
But it makes me wonder if I would have even noticed if the book said Todd Ritter instead of Riley Sager, or if Gone Girl would have been just as popular if it had a male author attached to it? Would a reading of Lock Every Door be different for me if I scrutinized the female protagonist’s perspective, knowing it’s written by a man?
In all honestly, though, I didn’t notice. Which I guess is what Sager wants, right? At least I didn’t have any of those eye-rolling moments like I did while reading Michael Bussi’s book. That man is seriously obsessed with boobs.
But back to Lock Every Door, which was an easy and quick read. And, while I’m not sure it’s going to be the best book I read this year, I’m intrigued enough that I’d check out his other books.
While I guessed one twist, the book ended up turning well beyond that. Ultimately, I was satisfied with the ending, as well as the book’s execution. It was a good choice to pull me out of my shell and get me reading again.
And if you like the book, Paramount TV has put Lock Every Door into development. I could see this going either way, we’ll have to see.
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