I recently won a copy of this incredible book by Nik Jones. I was looking forward to reading it, but had no idea what to expect, and it wasn't until I started reading that I even understood the meaning of the title.
Every so often I blog about a book I've enjoyed reading, and will recommend it. However, I don't enjoy all the books I read, and, if I haven't, I don't criticize it, mainly because, a) who am I, as an unpublished writer, to do such a thing to someone who has been successful enough to be published, and, b) now I know how hard it is to write a book in the first place, I don't feel right to say anything negative about anyone elses work. I would rather just say nothing at all.
This book, on the other hand, grabbed me from the first intriguing sentence, dragging me deeper and deeper into the dark, and increasingly chilling world of the protagonist, to the very last words of the final sentence. I felt like I was watching from the shadows, too mesmerised to be able to put it down, as each disturbing scene played out in front of me.
To me, a good book is one that you are unable to stop reading. It makes you want to keep turning each page, and, when you do reach the end, it's a book that haunts you and stays in your mind. This is that book.