A good thriller for me isn't one that keeps me guessing, its one that hints at each step until the final page, THEN throws a curveball. Supermarket had its predictable moments, but even in those moments I was hungry to know how exactly they would play out. Flynn's journey is something many people with mental illness will find some sort of companionship in, and the occasionally erratic writing style is sure to throw you into his state of mind and truly absorb the reader, like Frank absorbed Flynn.

I haven't been this angry to finish a book in a while.