You'll pry my books off my cold, dead body. By the time you shift them all I'll be flat and dessicated.
This is an all right light read if one can get past the fact that the "suspense" plot is predicated on almost all the characters being utter morons. The heroine, Beth, was okay, but everyone else seemed so dumb and one-dimensional I just couldn't believe they were real. The story opens with Beth and her brother Ben camping on a small island with his daughter Amber and her best friend Kim. Beth and the two girls are walking and stumble over a skull. Immediately a muscular stranger appears and starts chatting them up, pretty obviously digging for information about them: where do they live, how long are they camping, are they alone? When Beth tries to avoid giving Keith this information, the girls act like she's being weird. Okay, they are supposed to be fourteen and boy-crazy, and maybe yeah, they are from a very safe, nice suburb (of Miami, note), but this is exactly the stuff my parents drilled into to me never to tell strangers. "Are you alone?" is the only question I can recall being explicitly told I should lie about! When the three get back to camp Beth tells her brother about finding the skull. Their conversation goes pretty much like this:Beth: "I found a skull buried in the sand."
Ben: "You imagined it."
Beth: "No, really."
Ben: "It was a conch shell."
Beth: "It still had flesh on it!"
Ben: "Sigh. Women are so irrational."
Cop: "It was a prank."
Beth: "But someone broke into my office! And left a skull on my desk!"
Cop: "Just a prank."
Beth: "I want you to take a report!"
Cop: "Don't wanna."
Beth: "I insist."
Cop: "Sigh. All riiiight. Geez, women are so irrational!"