Just read my reviews on those two books. Joe Hill is one of the good ones.
On the plane ride home I decided to give one of his short stories, Thumbprint, a try. It’s the story of a young woman who has returned from a tour in Iraq where she did things she regrets. Odd occurrences begin to happen to her. Someone is leaving envelopes with thumbprints in her mailbox, on her door, and someone, likely the same person, has been in her house.
Thumbprint is a well-crafted mystery with a horror twist. The writing is crystal. The tension builds from sentence to sentence like an ever-growing ripple.
But the end came down with a big thud and left me wondering what I missed. Joe Hill ended the story in abstract, which sometimes works, but for me, this time, I was left wanting.
For 99 cents it’s worth the read, but be warned. At the end you may be left with your mouth agape, wondering where the ending of the story has gone.