This book stole from me the pleasure of enjoying the works of other authors. In them I can no longer find the same beauty and resonance J. King left lingering after finishing his novel. It is a poem, a tribute to the hungry darkness of the human mind, and I warn those who read it to beware of its lasting effect on the psyche.
Without sounding like a back-cover gusher, there is something about the "Angel of Death" that killed a piece of me and brought another to life.
This book stole from me the pleasure of enjoying the works of other authors. In them I can no longer find the same beauty and resonance J. King left lingering after finishing his novel. It is a poem, a tribute to the hungry darkness of the human mind, and I warn those who read it to beware of its lasting effect on the psyche.
Without sounding like a back-cover gusher, there is something about the "Angel of Death" that killed a piece of me and brought another to life.
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