With the bloggery!
Sometimes I’d like to complain and say “I don’t have enough time in the day to manage all this crap! There’s this and that and the other thing and this guy over here. Blah. Blah. Blah.”
But come on, the same twenty-four hours. That’s what we get. No one gets more in which to accomplish a dozen different acts of awesome. So let’s not allow that to be an excuse.
I started this post three times before decided to just write it. I mean, sit down and begin. That’s the hardest part. The beginning. And maybe not necessarily the beginning itself, but rather the act of placing but in chair and apply controlled force to the keys.
So this is me. Getting started. Again.
Let’s talk about the girl.
Miriam Black knows when you will die.
Still in her early twenties, she’s foreseen hundreds of car crashes, heart attacks, strokes, suicides, and slow deaths by cancer. But when Miriam hitches a ride with truck driver Louis Darling and shakes his hand, she sees that in thirty days Louis will be gruesomely murdered while he calls her name.
Miriam has given up trying to save people; that only makes their deaths happen. But Louis will die because he met her, and she will be the next victim. No matter what she does she can’t save Louis. But if she wants to stay alive, she’ll have to try.
Enter Chuck Wendig and his new novel,Blackbirds.
The newest book from Mr. Wendig takes us on a dark ride down the highways of America, introducing us to the weird, the terrible, and the occasional professional killer.
I chose this book to review for a couple of reasons. First and foremost this author is awesome. I’ve yet to encounter anything about him that I truly distaste thus I follow his works. Makes sense. Two, the subject matter grabs me like nothing else. I love to read tales that offer new spins on death, dying and what exactly those things mean.
A fair bit of warning to you. This, like much of Wendig’s other works, is not for the easily offended. I say this because you will run across profanity as you progress. In all honesty it doesn’t bother me. I think it rather adds an extra layer of depth to the people we’re reading about. That is to say that it is never wasted. Never forced. It doesn’t pop up where it does not make sense.
Now that’s out of the way, let’s look a little more at it.
At its surface, Blackbirds follows a girl that’s just trying to cope. Keep contact with the outside world to a minimum. Miriam is an oddly endearing character, the depth of which, begins more apparent as the tale unfolds. A sarcastic, young girl with a delightfully twisted sense of humor, Miriam refused to sit back on the page and more often than not I found myself surprised to be giggling in the middle of terrible events.
She was easy to become invested in and the rest of the cast followed suit.
The story itself, the chain of events, the plot of plots, arc of events. Eh. Forgot what I was talking about for a second. Right, the story itself. Twisty, unexpected, full of emotion. Only Wendig could take an idea that might work in and of itself as a book and impose upon it layer after eerie layer of macabre brilliance, elevating the already great, to a position of damn good.
All I can say is, glad there’s a sequel. I’m thirsting for more Miriam over here!