This book took me much longer than 24 hours to read, and sent me into a dead sleep many times. The premise is an excellently creepy one, but the book suffers from the "when it's good, it's very, very, good" syndrome.
This is an erotically charged story of possession, murder and deception, in which oil man John Waters bites off much more than he can chew when he falls for the mysterious stranger who somehow knows all his darkest secrets.
Teetering helplessly on the brink of self destruction, he finds himself in a situation where he could lose his family, his best friend and his lifestyle, and he can't trust anybody, not even himself.
The fault with the book is that it rambles and rambles sometimes, covering "key" points over and over, overemphasizing things and explaining far too much. In a nutshell, the liposuction of about 100 pages would have kept the story taut and edge-of-the-seat gripping, despite the fact that all of the main characters are extremely unlikable.
Gripping sometimes, yes - but a bit of a drag in places.
Amanda Richards, April 19, 2005
(Note: For an excellent book dealing with similar subject matter, but in a sportier context, you may want to check out "Walk-On" by D. Mikels.)