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Once in awhile, the stars align and I binge read a book. To me, a binge is where you don't stop reading until it's done. I've done this a few other times, but it's rare--you know, adulting and life and what not tends to prevent this from happening. (plus I love my sleep, gawd I love sleep)
So I binged this book. I binged the HELL out of this one. The weird thing, it was calling to me from my bookshelf. I'd be reading the Stand or East of Eden (my current reads) and this book was stalking me. "Read me, Sadie. Read me alllll up!"
So I was off yesterday. And alone. It was dark and rainy. I picked it up at around 3 or 4PM and I stopped to eat dinner (a baked potato) chat with the family (hey, how's life, yeah? Okay, I'm going to bed)
and then I turned the lights off to sleep at page 237. (like 100 pages left)
There was really no good place to stop reading. I forced myself to quit. I'm not going to tell you what this book is about, you can read the description for that.
I'm just going to tell you that this book clamped its blood stained jaws around my throat and held me underwater until I came up for air, I gulped a few breaths and then the book twisted my guts into a knot. Then, it broke my heart into a million pieces. Michael!
It left me with thoughts about family, tragedy, generational sins, consequences, violence, vulnerability and loss. The author had a story to tell and she grabbed both sides of my face in her hands and with wild eyes and a tremble in her voice--with urgency and aggression, she told me this story and now I'll never, ever forget it. Ever. I'm an addict now. Ania Ahlborn can force feed me whatever other sick stories she has in store for me. She just claimed her position in my collection of favorite horror authors--a place no other woman has sat before.

And before I go, let me say: This book IS HORROR. Terrifying. The Morrow family, collectively is evil in the flesh. Individually, Rebel scared me the most. DO NOT read this book if your cup of tea is like "milk and honey" because this cup of tea is "blood and gore". It's awful and beautiful at the same time. Don't say I didn't warn you. But if you like your tea murky and dirty, then by all means--let me pass you the cup and saucer.
*wink*