The Twisted Ones

I read this one for the Thriller, Books, and Coffee Book Club. We all had various levels of enjoyment for it. 
Personally, this one did not work for me. It was a slow burn that was all slow. I never felt a ‘burn.' In the instances where this actually felt like a horror, the narration immediately buried it under incredibly awkward sarcasm and mind numbing repetition. I read someone that praised the author for subverting the isolation trope and after finishing it, I honestly feel like it was subverted simply by the author not writing it at all. Because of that it read very flat, missing what could have been a super atmospheric tension. 
It was confusing in a way that felt like the author usually writes contemporary or drama or slice of life work and then after finishing one, they decided to make it into a mystery/horror. 
At one point the narrator's dog runs away into the woods and she simply gives up? Like doesn't search for him, doesn't seem all that sad, doesn't leave food or treats out or turn the forest upside down to get him back? I actually sent the group chat the gif from Billy Madison “you get your ass out there and you find that f*kin' dog.” I just don't get that. I would destroy for my dog.  Things really heated up when the novel went from absolutely no action to exploding into an almost action movie finish. It really heightened the confusion for me, and I was not a fan of it. Personally a 1/5 for me. I considered returning the book, or pyrotechnics. 
“‘Don't mind me, hon, I get sarcastic when I'm scared to the tits.”' Did enjoy this line though.