My Rating: 2.0
No visitors. No nights spent away from the apartment. No disturbing the other residents, all of whom are rich or famous or both. These are the only rules for Jules Larsen’s new job as an apartment sitter at the Bartholomew, one of Manhattan's most high-profile and mysterious buildings.
The protaganist was a whiny entitled bore. The plot that had promise in the beginning, took so many bizarre cult/supernatural twists that it left me behind. You might ask why I bothered finishing this book and that is a valid question that I am still asking myself.
No visitors. No nights spent away from the apartment. No disturbing the other residents, all of whom are rich or famous or both. These are the only rules for Jules Larsen’s new job as an apartment sitter at the Bartholomew, one of Manhattan's most high-profile and mysterious buildings.
The protaganist was a whiny entitled bore. The plot that had promise in the beginning, took so many bizarre cult/supernatural twists that it left me behind. You might ask why I bothered finishing this book and that is a valid question that I am still asking myself.
No comments:
Post a Comment