I'd heard Paul Tremblay was good.
I'd heard Paul Tremblay was very good.
Those people did not lie. The Cabin at the End of the World is gripping and heart-wrenching, real edge-of-the-seat stuff.
Maybe under different circumstances the four strangers might've sounded like a strong breeze rustling through the forest.
Little Wen lives with her adopted parents, Eric and Andrew. They are holidaying in a lonely, but beautiful place. A perfect, loving family. Wen is playing in the field outside the cabin when four strangers appear. They're carrying home-made weapons, long and lethal (and in my head rusty). As this is an apocalyptic tale, I thought perhaps they were the four horsemen/women of the apocalypse, and maybe they are, then again, maybe they're not.
This is a tale of sacrifice, whether chosen or not.
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This book hadn't lingered on the to-read-shelf for too long. The Bestwick picked them up just after Edge-Lit in 2018 (I know that sounds a long time ago), where Paul Tremblay was a guest of honour. It only hit my shelf though at the end of 2019. That's my excuse. Is that an excuse?
I'm so far behind the times, I still wear flares.
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