DNF@20% - No Rating. 

‘How long had it been? Time stretched and pulled.’ 

The above quote pretty much sums up my experience with Nightwatching. Gosh it was painful to read, so slow moving. Eight chapters of a nameless mother and her two young children hiding in a crawlspace, while an intruder roams their house, smashing the children's toys (for some reason?), and taunting them like he's the Big Bad Wolf in a fairy tale. Also, in relation to that, the main character loves to recite nursery rhymes in her head. And when she's not doing that, she's thinking about her toxic relationship with her father-in-law, bees, how the chimney sweeper thinks the house is haunted, the history of the crawlspace they're hiding in, and pretty much everything else except for how to get her and her children out of the dangerous situation they've found themselves in. And when she's not doing that, she's moaning about how she banged her head while entering the crawlspace, and how her breast is bruised from where her terrified five-year-old son kicked her. I'm so over these weak female characters. And her husband sounds like a dickweed. 

Where's the action? Where's the tension? When does it get scary? When does something happen? Maybe it gets better. Perhaps it has a whooper of an ending. Maybe everything I've mentioned above is relevant to the plot. IDK, but I just can't read any more. 

I’d like to thank Netgalley, UK, Penguin UK, and Tracy Sierra for the e-ARC.