I started ‘Hello, Darkness’ by Sandra Brown because I hadn’t read her books in a while and this particular story sounded really easy to get into. A nice lady, Paris is a bit of a loner and works as a night-time radio host. She gets into a bit of a fix with a caller who identifies himself as ‘Valentino’ and has to enlist the help of a police psychologist–the man she had hoped never to meet again. Nice, right? I thought so.
I got into the book all right; in fact, I couldn’t put the thing down. Now, usually that’s not an issue but, this time, the villain was a serial killer. Worse, he was a psychopath who not only kidnapped and raped his victims, he also killed them in horrible ways.
Now, you may not know this but I’m a bit of a chicken and a worry-wart. When I read a book, I can’t handle the characters suffering. I cry, bawl and basically suffer right along with them. Endearing or idiotic, you be the judge. The point is that trait is pretty annoying when you’re reading about a serial killer. I basically bit all my nails and cursed in several languages because that book kept throwing danger at poor Paris until the very end.
I didn’t sleep very well either. Not until I finished the book and convinced myself that no one was coming in my house. My dogs are no help. Those two love every person who walks in the door, strangers included. The only thing that would stop a thief would be allergies.
Now, before you start to worry, Paris does find her happy ending in ‘Hello, darkness’. And the bad guy gets caught. But there’s no denying there are a few tense moments. This book is a certain page-turner.
I would definitely recommend this one. It’s like CSI with a romance thrown in. Fun and quick to read but incredibly addictive.
Just don’t read it at night.