Saturday 8 February 2020

Read 2020 - 16 - The Cabin at the End of the World by Paul Tremblay

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.

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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