Most readers utilize summer as an opportunity to catch up on light contemporary and romance books – the picture-perfect beach reads.  I, on the other hand, don’t enjoy the aforementioned genres and can’t go to the beach without burning like a lobster.  Instead, I’m beginning to associate summer with binge-reading thrillers each night after work.  Stillhouse Lake is my most recent read amidst a long string of thrillers, and I’m officially hooked.