I ran out of books to read last night. I hate that. I realized I still had a book I’d picked up at Boucher Con in September that I hadn’t read. I started it.
The writing is very good. The material is dark. Lots about abuse. And it’s intense. Too much for where I am right now. I’ve never stopped a book that I was interested in because it was too dark before. I guess there’s a first time for anything. And kudos to the author for succeeding in making me uncomfortable enough to say, “Nope. I can’t.”