Some years ago in a small Southern town, two seven-year-old girls were mysteriously kidnapped from their homes with little trace, striking terror into the hearts and minds of a once peaceful, trusting community. "Run, run as fast as you can," he whispers as he grabs each child at play. "You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man." Brought in by the local police when they could not find the two girls, Lindsay Freeman (Adams' fictional crime-solving clairvoyant) delves into the mind of the kidnapper -- seeing, feeling, even smelling his presence. Packed with horror and suspense, D.J. describes the kidnapper as if she were inside his mind and being, feeling with him the demonic urge to steal the little girls as his "pets," and the pain of his own childhood abuse. "I will take care of her for you Mommy, I will stroke and powder the skin of the precious little pet. She is mine now, blow her a kiss in the wind and say good-bye."
I felt like this book had a lot of promise when I picked it off a rack at the local dollar store... but after getting into it, I realized it had been at the dollar store for a reason.
The quality of the writing itself was definitely sub-par, to the point where I actually found it distracting from the plot. I'm not sure if my problem was that it was simplistic (like a kid would write before the benefit of basic English classes), or that the vocabulary was unengaging, or if there was something else. I simply could not stand it.
The ending was extremely abrupt. The author builds up the story, the plot peaks, and then the resolution/ending is wrapped up in the space of about two pages. I felt utterly cheated that she just dropped me like that! There was more story to tell to make it "complete" and the author simply did not seem interested in cranking out that one last chapter that would have made it better.
All in all, I recommend giving this a pass. I was happy that I only spent a dollar on it.