This is a grim as hell novel, knotty like that wad of fishing line you found in your graddad's tackle box. Not exactly *believable* but absolutely sincere. Apparently the author's moved more toward Horror than this, which reads like a deconstructed Serial Killer/Profiler novel. This is not a novel wherein the profile figures out what's going on and captures his UNSUB at little cost of any kind; the resolution here is bloody and painful and ongoing when the novel ends.
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Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury
This is Bradbury writing at his most beautiful, his most nostalgic. It's a paean to his childhood: As the introduction makes clear, th...
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This is an actual Horror novel. Not a big shock, reading the blurbs, but the jacket text makes it seem vaguely Mystery/Technothriller-ish, a...
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I dunno. On the one hand there are some interesting ideas in this novel, and Cantero's prose sparkles with wit and joy. On the other h...
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So, this was a book that I almost stopped reading a couple-three times. It's not *bad*, exactly, but it's a weird dissonant tonal ...

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