The key to Quiet Places is the beginning. I love these stories where the author kicks me in the face with a what-the-hell-is-going-on-here start. They can then take their sweet old time revealing what causes this freakish scenario that has shocked me to the core. Jasper Bark did exactly that.
I think we can all relate to Sally’s motivation: blow off the city and the rat race, run to the hills and live in the lap of luxury with her partner and his sizable inheritance. If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is.
I was captivated by the little world created by Jasper Bark as he slowly revealed the sinister elements of Dunballan. By moving back and forth through the timeline, Bark masterfully kept my attention. When everything else was revealed, I was on the edge of my seat.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I like a big book. The bigger, the better. At one hundred and twenty-three pages, Quiet Places was not quite big enough. It was an intriguing story, but I only wished it had been longer. I felt that Bark cut himself short in many places; that there were stories within stories just waiting to be discovered and told in details that I am certain Bark could envision. I suppose if my only complaint is that I think that the author could have given me a considerably larger world with more people to explore it with, that’s not really a bad thing.