I’d better stake my claim before folks think this place’s a ghost town. Haven’t been posting for awhile.
Reading The Shining Girls by Lauren Beukes, not as good as the mind-blowing Broken Monsters so far–I’m half way through–but good. Involves a truly obnoxious time traveling serial killer and other well made vivid heroes and villains.
Also . . . got Linwood Barclay’s Broken Promise for $25.95. I was going to wait a year until it showed up on the $6.98 display at Barnes, but when I browsed through the book and realized it held the continuing adventures of the reporter/husband from Never Look Away–a personal favorite, I said fuck it. Financial responsibility went out the window.
Very good so far, but I just started.
These and Best American Essays 2015 and Paula Guran’s Horror & Dark Fantasy 2015 keep me happy, though it’s always struck me as weird that 2015 stories are from 2014. And 2014 stories are from 2013 and so on. Shouldn’t the books be titled by the year the stuff was written in? Perhaps an anal retentive criticism, but it bothers me.
Looking forward to reading Joe Hill’s The Fireman when it comes out. I know nothing about it, except Joe Hill’s good.