The Bean Sidhe
by Ernest L Canning
GENRE: FICTION / Thrillers / Suspense
BLURB:
Percy thought he had it all figured out; good education, good job, good wife, work hard, play by the rules. But he discovered very late in life that not everyone has read the same rule book. Tired, angry, and bitter, Percy, for the first time in his life, decides he wants to kill someone. Revenge for someone he barely knew. Percy quickly learns that murder isn't as easy as it looks, and keeping the whole mess secret even harder. A funny, gritty look at killing your fellow man.
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Excerpt:
What kind of a horse’s ass wears a fucking Tilley hat when they’re trying to follow someone?
The woman pushed the door open wider and stepped into the apartment. To her left was a long narrow living room. Someone liked Danish modern. The big leather Lazy Boy didn’t fit, but then again, no one had asked her for decorating tips.
The dining room was at the far end of this same room. The furniture there was pushed into the corner, and drop cloths covered the floor. Here too, the Danes were favoured, lots of teak.
The kitchen was small, and directly in front of her. In this room, chrome was king. Her mother had a set just like this, right down to the grey flecks in the arborite. The place had all the warmth of a cheap motel; no colour, no extra anything. This guy was no neat freak, dirty dishes, pizza boxes and empty bottles were everywhere.
Half way down the hall, steam billowed out of a doorway on the left. An open door at the far end of the hall revealed a bedroom, and she could see a closed door nearest the kitchen she could only assume was another bedroom, or possibly a home office. There were no curtains on the windows, allowing the street lights to fill the room with a golden glow.
She dared to move further into the apartment. She crept closer to the open bathroom door. This Percy fellow was kneeling in the bathtub, fully clothed, hot water cascading over him. He appeared to be praying, as well he should. Percy Augustus Willoughby had had a very bad night, that was evidently true. She watched a second longer, and then crept back to the living room sofa.
My Review:
The Bean Sidhe is definitely, 100%, unlike anything I have ever read before. I absolutely loved it. It starts off with a blast. I mean when I started reading The Bean Sidhe I automatically thought it was going in one direction but it took me completely by surprise when that first big, gigantic twist popped its little head out.
Oh, man that was literally one of the biggest twists I have ever seen. I mean it left me totally hanging on for more. Oh, man what a shocker. After that big twists, I had to hang around to see the outcome. Oh, and let me tell you when it happened again I was totally and completely taken off guard. Oh, no I didn’t see it coming the next time either. Needless to say, I was flabbergasted. I was like wait a minute, WT…? What just happened? No way, not again?
If I wasn’t hooked before I was definitely hooked by this time as I couldn’t turn those pages fast enough waiting for the next twist to pop its little head out. I mean, could it happen again? Well, probably not without me expecting, right? And did it happen again? Well, I will never tell. The only way to find out is to read the story for yourself.
The Bean Sidhe for me was like one of those slow-burn kind of stories but at the same time, it was a fast-paced read with all the suspense and mystery that captured my attention right out of the starting gate.
There were some parts of the story that did seem a little repetitious like the same thing just sort of kept happening over and over but you know what this story needed those little things to keep helping so that you could get a better grip on the story even though you may not have understood it at the time.
The things that kept happening to the main character Percy were mind-boggling. I mean how could one man be so lucky or is that even the right word for it. I mean the things that kept happening to Percy were like hilarious to me. I am not coming from an evil point. No, a good scary story will sometimes make me laugh, why I do not know but it happens. Me laughing at a story just means that I totally loved it.
If I could I would give The Bean Sidhe a higher rating than five because it definitely deserves it. I can’t give this little gem enough praise. I have just added another author to my top ten. From this day forth any book written by Ernest L Canning I would read without ever having to read the summary. I cannot wait to read more stories written by this author.
I more than highly recommend that anyone who loves a good thriller with just a touch of humor added in. One-click your copy of The Bean Sidhe today but only if you are ready to be captivated and shocked all at the same time!
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Ernie was raised on a dairy farm in the Muskoka region of Ontario, Canada. A compulsive maker of things his whole life, Ernie was lucky enough to have a couple of his pieces included in the folk art display at the 1986 World's Fair held in Vancouver, Canada, and had the folk art book, From the Heart, published the same year. Those pieces still reside at the Canadian Museum of History in Gatineau, QC. When allergies prevented him from continuing in one art form, his busy mind pushed into another. The Bean Sidhe was the result.
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5 comments:
Thanks for hosting!
I liked the review, sounds good.
I really like the cover and the excerpt.
Thank you for sharing your awesome review of The Bean Sidhe, I like the cover, synopsis and excerpt and I am looking forward to reading this story myself
Thank you for the amazing review of my father's book "The Bean Sidhe." I'm sorry for the late reply but I'm in the middle of a move and am without internet right now. (with a couple of odd exceptions.) I will make sure my dad sees your review and thank you once again for taking the time to read it and share your thoughts on it!
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