Wendig’s shouty prose leaps from his blog and straight into the mouths of his characters with effortless grace. We dig into the filthy underclass of middle America, inhabiting Jarmuschian territory with grace: The road, white-trashhood, truckers, motels, lighthouses, roadside bars and death. Lots of death.
Miriam Black knows when you will die. This leads her into lovely, uncertain, and nasty company. If you can leap past a couple of “not sure I buy it” moments, you’re in for a rollicking read which does make you beg, bloody and bewildered, for more. This is worth it for the @JoeyHifi Cover alone.