Here's six thrillers I read this summer. Two I didn't care for, two I liked a lot and two I loved. A little more detail:
One I couldn't finish. I really wanted to and I really tried. I'm missing something, I know - the critical concensus has been super-positive.
One I flogged myself to the end. It was a relief to get there and finally set it aside, but everyone else I know who's read it has loved it.
Two were really solid genre pieces that I enjoyed tremendously.
One felt exceptional, rising above the others for its wonderful narrative voice.
One felt exceptional, largely for its creeped-out setting and damaged protag.
OK folks, over to you. Guess which is which.