Everything is written in the stars.

It started well: a mysterious call to a father whose baby daughter had been stolen three years previously. A ransom had been claimed and paid but the child was not returned. Not daring to believe the call on this, little Laura's fourth birthday had she still been alive, her still grieving father nevertheless agrees to meet the sexy sounding woman just in case she really does know, as she claimed, where the child was. This opening chapter was intriguing, horrifying and promised much.

Fast forward then in time. Laura is in her first year of university, a psychology major. She is painfully shy, her mother, an astrologer, is over protective. But still Laura does form an awkward friendship with another student, a young man named David - and it's all downhill from here. The story is ill thought out with later unresolved inconsistencies, which cannot be rehearsed here without destroying the story line. Characterisation was mostly superficial and Laura was just, well, dumb. The narration by Chantel Turner was quite good, with reasonable pacing and good intonation, but was flat and downbeat which failed to excite the immagination (though was probably a good representation of Laura's personality). And there were some editing glitches with repeated lines not tidied from the text.

Bloodsisters had the potential of being an original and scary horror story, a real psychological thriller. But it needed to be better thought out and stripped down to its essentials rather than trying to cram everything in, like, for example, the pseudo erotic scenes. Well edited and reconstructed, this could be a formidable book. As it stands, however, it's rather silly and disjointed, not a book I'd recommended.
I was fortunate in being freely gifted with a complimentary copy of Bloodsisters, from the rights holder, at my request. Thank you.

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