The Man in My Basement is the second book in a row that I've rated lower than I did the first time I read it. I still appreciate its approach and its believably unpleasant characters, but the vagueness that I found tantalizing the last time I found annoying this time. The element of surprise was gone, and the book didn't set my mind a-buzzin' the way I hoped it would.
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