The subways of Manhattan are only the first stage of Jake Richmond’s descent into the vast http://doubleshotbookreviews.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=780&action=edit&message=1subterranean passageways beneath the city — and the discovery of a mystery and a terror greater than any human being could imagine.
Naomi went into the tunnels to destroy herself…but found an even more terrible fate awaiting her in the twisting corridors. And now, the man who loves Naomi must find her…and bring her back to the world of the living, a world where a New York brownstone holds a burial ground of those accused of witchcraft, where the secrets of the living may be found within the ancient diary of a witch, and where a creature known only as the Serpent has escaped its bounds at last.
Naomi was a decent story of a man who is haunted by a love from his past. His world comes crashing down after his wife leaves him, he watches her climb in to a cab without a word and later to find a letter in the apartment they had once shared. Then come the details and reasons for her leaving him, the ground crumbles beneath his feet. You begin to feel really bad for this man who was living in his own little corner of the world. Then the hauntings begin. Dreams. Voices. Writing on the walls. Like he needs anything else in his life, right. That is only the beginning of it.
I must say that Naomi was a decent read, once you got half way through it. I found the beginning hard to focus on, confusing and a bit rambly (my own special word, like it?). You feel bad for the main character, the reality of life slapping him in the face. He feels he has a ‘mission’, he becomes reckless and decides to bring his daughter alone for some of his search into the past.
The best part for me was when we were learning about Naomi and the terrible past that she carries. The little town that she was raised, the church, the snakes, and then coming to New York trying to escape. It never works, no surprise that she finds herself still carrying the guilt of her childhood years.
I really do enjoy Douglas Clegg’s books, but this one was difficult for me to keep trucking through. When I was about 50 pages in I had to put it down, set it aside and give myself a break. The second attempt was much better. Was it his book or maybe I wasn’t quite ready to read it? Who knows, but the middle to end really gripped me.
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