Sorority Girl

It starts the usual way: one minute you and your parents are screaming at each other, and the next you find yourself in the middle of a terrifying home invasion. Three men armed with assault rifles intend to rob your house and kill your family. But of course the leader finds himself attracted to you, and—against the wishes of the others—decides to spare you. Of course, there are the usual threats: if any of you mention the burglary to the police, they’ll bust out your teeth, slice off your nipples, and kill your parents. So there’s that.


Obviously, you’re too afraid to stay in your home, so you spend the night in a hotel and by noon the next day you’ve finally calmed down enough to venture to the hotel lobby restaurant to grab a bite, and then a voice right behind you says: “Hello, Lindy,” and you nearly jump out of your skin because, of course, it’s him, the guy from last night, and… 


PRELIMINARY COMMENTS


You know that feeling you get when you read the first few pages of a new book and instantly know you’re in the hands of a master story-teller? Sorority Girl is like that.



John Locke leads you down a path filled with twists and turns and just when everything gets all serious he tosses in a scene like the coffee shop restroom and you find yourself wondering for the millionth time how he comes up with this stuff. 



Once again Locke kept me guessing throughout. And even though this novel is longer than some of his others, I read it just as quickly. In other words, in one sitting. And loved it!



When John Locke writes, I read. I don’t care what subject he chooses, or which series, I know I’m going to read it from start to finish. I keep saying “One more chapter” and then he one-more-chapters me all through the night.