I like to give the majority of my reading time and money to independent authors. Most of the time, I am rewarded handsomely. Sometimes I'm not. I really wanted to like this book, the truth is below.
One night, in a small, rural town in upstate New York, fifteen-year-old Dylan Hellenbrand, who is home alone, hears the doorbell ring. Upon inspecting the peephole, the wary teenager decides not to answer. The guy standing on the porch is wearing a dark jacket with a hood. Something about the mysterious, unexpected visitor doesn’t feel right.
A minute later, as Dylan tries to pretend that no one is home, he hears, in the backyard, his German shepherd Murray barking and growling fiercely. Then, to the adolescent’s horror, he hears the sound of a loud boom, reminiscent of a firecracker exploding. Suddenly, the dog squeals like a stuck pig.
Oh no! What just happened? What was Dylan suppose to do now?
Yes. Hide. That was about all he could do. Especially since Dylan had forgotten to lock the back door.
Ultimately not impressed
One thing I enjoyed about this book was the utter truth of the unconditional love that was illustrated by the dog defending his family. But for me that was where the enjoyment started and ended. The book just seemed like it went extremely slow and I had anticipated more of a story of young boy and dog home alone versus the "stranger". Maybe I wanted too much. The characters lacked any real depth. I had hopes for more, but the dog had the largest amount of development in this short story. I really wanted to care for the boy, but, alas, no can do. The perspective for me just seemed off in this story. Maybe it was the jumping around that didn't sit well with me and that just killed it from the beginning.
, and for that the book squeaks out 3 stars from me.
Try John Meany out for yourself. Maybe, I'm alone in my thinking.
You can find this book here.