Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Black Ice by Becca Fitzpatrick - Review
Britt Pheiffer and her friend Korbie are going to backpack the Teton Range. She's not sure what to think when her ex-boyfriend, Calvin, Korbie's brother, is supposed to go along with them. Before they can meet up with him at the family cabin out in the middle of nowhere, there is a freak blizzard forcing the two girls to stop their Jeep on the road and walk to an unknown and remote cabin to seek shelter. Britt and Korbie accept the hospitality of the two handsome strangers, who happen to be fugitives on the run. Of course, the two criminals take them hostage and want Britt to guide them off the mountain. Throw in a lot extremely poor decision making, Stockholm Syndrome, rampant stupidity, a love triangle, a series of horrific murders, an ex with a serious power complex, and you've got a bad, highly predictable made-for-tv horror movie that makes you want to poke your eyes out.
For the life of me, I cannot understand how this book has such a high average rating. This easily ranks as one of the worst books I've read all year, yet somehow I actually read the entire book. Go figure...
Perhaps, I was hoping that Britt's dumber-than-a-bag-of-hammers level of stupidity would catch up to her. Unfortunately, it never does. (view spoiler)[She somehow manages to live. If something blew my mind in this book, it's that both she and Korbie actually make it to the end in one piece. (hide spoiler)]
Initially, the premise sounded interesting, although I was very wary going in because I couldn't stand Hush, Hush or its sequel. I think I liked it less than those, if possible. I tried, but there was just no way I could make it through without laughing (or yelling) at those absurd scenes when they first reach the cabin (and throughout the whole story if I'm being honest). I can't figure out how I'm supposed to take it seriously... Haven't Britt or Korbie ever seen a D-list horror movie?
Regarding, the Stockholm Syndrome plot, Britt is definitely suffering from it regardless of how much she denies it.
But I say:
Truer words were never spoken about this book, Pete.
Final verdict (if that typewriter were the book, that is. I just love Harold Lloyd, by the way! He's one of my favorite silent movie comedians.) :
I read this from November 21 - 24, 2014 and my review is also on Goodreads.