Review: On rare occasion, I think the atmosphere in which you are reading may have a direct impact on your overall reading experience, and I suspect that may be the case here. I read this during Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon and it was the last book I picked up, so I was starting to wear down a little bit (read: perhaps a little more susceptible to the mood of the book). I was out of town for the weekend, by myself, in a beautiful little inn on the Maine coast. A fog rolled in as I was driving into town, and the whole weekend was overcast, foggy, misty, and sometimes rainy. Great background for a spooky read. And I was seriously in the mood for one when I picked up The Ice Twins. In this rare case, I feel like I was primed to be a little spooked.
I devoured this book, completely enthralled by the story. At no point did I have a complete picture of what the ending was. It was a lot of “What the hell is going on here???” and even at the end I was all “What the f#?! just happened?!?!?”. The suspense and suspicion built up beautifully throughout the story. Not sure intense is the right word to use, but the tension was palpable. You start to think you know which end is up, and then something comes up that makes you question what you were thinking. Little bits of truth are wrapped up in misdirection and incomplete recollections. There is a suggestion of a paranormal element, a very strong suggestion, but…well, I can’t say because spoiler. And at the end, lots of questions were answered, and some weren’t.
If you are looking for a moody, suspenseful, smartly written thriller, The Ice Twins is for you. One of the best I’ve read this year to be sure.