Black Ice
by Becca Fitzpatrick
Danger is hard to resist. . .
So is that tagline! Normally, I don’t go in for scary reads where teenage girls are murdered and left in the snow, but I just couldn’t “resist” Black Ice--and thank goodness I couldn’t! This book is fantastic!
The opening chapter is told from a teenage girl’s first person perspective. She goes to a bar, gets picked up by a handsome, charming cowboy and goes home with him. Then, he ties her to a pole and strangles her. The lead—or who you thought the lead was—dies! The next chapter starts a completely separate story with another teenage girl’s narration. Could the same fate await her? With an intro like that, all bets are off.
Thankfully, Becca Fitzpatrick doesn’t write overly gruesome scenes, but she doesn’t shy away from blood and guts either. She knows when it’s necessary and when it’s time to stop. Also, how many times are “thriller authors” stereotyped for bad writing? Not true in Black Ice. She’s descriptive of the surroundings, realistic in inner monologues, and doesn’t scrimp on tension!
The protagonist decides to go backpacking with her girly friend in the snowy, stormy mountains during her school break, but when the weather overpowers her car, they find themselves wandering around in the snow looking for shelter. The shelter they find is already occupied…with two handsome men…who are also mysterious and a little too charming…who may know what happened to that young girl who went “missing” at the start of the book! Sounds pretty yummy to me.
Coming from someone who doesn’t even like this genre, this should mean a lot: on the next snowy (or rainy) day, start reading Black Ice and get ready for a suspenseful ride.
So is that tagline! Normally, I don’t go in for scary reads where teenage girls are murdered and left in the snow, but I just couldn’t “resist” Black Ice--and thank goodness I couldn’t! This book is fantastic!
The opening chapter is told from a teenage girl’s first person perspective. She goes to a bar, gets picked up by a handsome, charming cowboy and goes home with him. Then, he ties her to a pole and strangles her. The lead—or who you thought the lead was—dies! The next chapter starts a completely separate story with another teenage girl’s narration. Could the same fate await her? With an intro like that, all bets are off.
Thankfully, Becca Fitzpatrick doesn’t write overly gruesome scenes, but she doesn’t shy away from blood and guts either. She knows when it’s necessary and when it’s time to stop. Also, how many times are “thriller authors” stereotyped for bad writing? Not true in Black Ice. She’s descriptive of the surroundings, realistic in inner monologues, and doesn’t scrimp on tension!
The protagonist decides to go backpacking with her girly friend in the snowy, stormy mountains during her school break, but when the weather overpowers her car, they find themselves wandering around in the snow looking for shelter. The shelter they find is already occupied…with two handsome men…who are also mysterious and a little too charming…who may know what happened to that young girl who went “missing” at the start of the book! Sounds pretty yummy to me.
Coming from someone who doesn’t even like this genre, this should mean a lot: on the next snowy (or rainy) day, start reading Black Ice and get ready for a suspenseful ride.