First off, this book isn’t very long, at just 198 pages on my digital copy from the library. It has, however, consumed most of my day.
It reads like Stephen King and the writers of ‘Lost’ had a child adept at fits of existential angst.
That there are two more books in this series doesn’t exactly thrill me into rushing out to read the rest of it, as I can’t help thinking it won’t satisfy me if I do.
It’s rather challenging on a level that’s hard to place, and forces the reader to question their own existential angst. This is not exactly a pleasant process even at the best of times and so trying to do it in midst of a pandemic and rampant, raging, uncontrolled stupidity everywhere, just seems to have added to the layers of this book I would rather leave well alone now.
Beautifully crafted work. But approach this book with caution.