As I finally finished my last edits to Vigil on Thursday night and sent the damned book off to an agent, I’m taking a well-earned rest. Obviously, my brain is totally empty.
So I am refilling it by binge reading. I just finished John Connolly’s The Wolf in Winter, which keeps the quality high and the action taut as always. Connolly’s a writer I really admire for his facility with language and plot and pace. Of course, now I have greedily read the book in a day I now must wait for a year until the next one. If you’re not familiar with his work, this is an excellent article … and even if you’re familiar with his work, it is still an excellent article. 🙂
Having put down TWiW around lunch time, I picked up Nic Pizzolatto’s Galveston a hard-boiled noire novel with an extra side of hard-boiled noire to go. The pace is exceedingly good, the anti-hero is a great narrator, and the dames lie like there’s no tomorrow. I do keep twitching at the repetitions, there are a lot and they’re not the intentional sort … but I will forgive much as I loved True Detective with the love of a thousand suns.
I’ve also got Michael Marshall Smith’s Bad Things by the bedside table, as well as Lynda E. Rucker’s The Moon Will Look Strange, Gary McMahon’s very creepy The Bones of You, and Laird Barron’s The Beautiful Thing That Awaits Us All, AND! Caitlin R. Kiernan’s The Ape’s Wife.