I had Sam Neil in my head. I’ve stopped watching films where I’ve read the book, now. It’s never a good experience.
The victim of the Monster/supernatural killing entity/psycho ALWAYS chooses a girl with matching underwear. Ergo, I am completely safe from violent death.
All scientists are experts in all science, fields everywhere. It’s all the same stuff, right?
Any woman who has more than a sentence to say is going to be shagged, sacked or whacked. In heels. Women always wear absurd heels, unless they are ‘going to a run’ or have just left the gym.
Everyone had a nice open, non mud bath, not-too-hilly- running path for running through a beautiful forest. Ours are always a thousand miles away, an industrial estate or uphill in both directions.
Everyone knows everyone in an average size town. They all know who’s in local government positions. Wtaf? I only know SOME of my immediate neighbours and my MP. I’ve no clue who the county judge is or whatever.
Pretty sure that in sleeping with the enemy she didn’t flush her wedding ring at home and did a pretty slick job of escaping. He ran into someone in her swimming class that roused his suspicions and he staked out her mother and rumbled her via another coincidence. or something. It was a really good book, I must read it again.