Well. If you crossed Groundhog Day with Jacob's Ladder in Pigknuckle, Virginia, where the mountains slump under their burden of time, and tried to make it a story about faith and redemption but didn't really have the chops to carry that off, and if you had a cop-out ending almost as bad as What Dreams May Come, you'd write this book. The story is coherent, and Coffey clearly knows the people of his small-town Virginia (may the gawds have mercy on his soul) but the novel has no redeeming graces past that.
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Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
This is labeled as an epistolary novel, but that's not entirely right. There are entries that could not possibly have been written, fr...
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I read this book like thirty years ago (ack!) when I was in college, and I remembered liking it, and when my wife picked it as a classic-i...
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The cover text calls this something like "one of the most important novels" blah blah blah. It's not a novel, it's a disc...
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Not a novel, which ... well ... some of the events described in the book would stretch credulity in fiction. It's a book about the lie...
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