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And she was screaming while instincts of terror made her dodge from a dim
figure that clutched at her to keep her from her father. She turned and circled ...
What is your father doing, Barbara? “He—No. You don't belong here. There's
only the ...
Tell me." Well, dear infant, once upon a time you were like this before... an entity
merely existing. Then you were born. You had a mother and a father. You grew
up into a lovely girl with blonde hair and dark eyes and a sweet graceful figure.
"Listen," she said. “What ever made me think you was . . . Were? Were my father?
" “What's the matter with me as a father?" “Let's be frank. Real frank." “Sure." “Do
you feel like a father toward me? Because I don't feel like a daughter toward you.
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I was set to give this story five stars throughout most of the book, but the ending threw me off. Way off.
The majority of the story is a detective story; we follow a crime from the angle of the perpetrator, and the investigating police officer. The caper is made all that much more exciting by the existence of people with esp, known as peepers, of which our investigator is one, and our perpetrator is not. A thrilling game of mouse and peeper cat made the book a quick read, and fun to follow. The inclusion of the catchy lyrics the perpetrator has purposely stuck in his head to keep himself from leaking his crime to the psychics around him interspersed throughout the dialog and action was a great touch that really increased the tension through certain parts of the story.
The conclusion however, I felt turned suddenly to a different tone altogether. The plot became less understandable, and the ending somewhat preachy. I suddenly got the impression that the author wrote the whole book as a means to state the exposition. Five stars until the last thirty pages or so.