At the bar The Wild Zone, it all starts out innocently enough. A bet between two bothers, Will and Jeff, and Jeff’s buddy Tom, of who can get that hot brunette to go home them.

With the sly help of Jeff’s girlfriend, Kristen, who is also the bartender, Will leaves the bar with the girl. Jeff, clearly upset, gets Tom to follow them. Tom has a gun, and when he sees Will and Suzy, the mystery brunette, kissing on the beach, he’s itching to use it. But what neither man knows, is that Suzy has her own idea about what to do with the three men she’s just wrapped around her finger.

What happens when a bestselling thriller writer runs of out ideas? It’s called, The Wild Zone. There is no way that this book comes close to what Joy Fielding can produce. Something to throw down on paper to fulfill obligations instead of an inspired masterpiece, which we’re so used to seeing from her (ie Heartstopper, Still Life)? Perhaps. The plot was weak, the characters were uninteresting stereotypes and the twist and turns that usually have me gasping, had me groaning. Being able to get any book we want nowadays is the beauty of the cyber marketplace. What makes us pick up thrillers is the adrenaline rush we get from putting on the detective hat and trying to figure out the end before we get there. What makes us pick up Fielding is the knowledge that we’ll be done the book by the end of the weekend, cause we can’t tear ourselves away. Sadly, The Wild Zone made me want to burn my hat and spend the weekend cleaning my apartment.