'Black Mamba' by William Friend is not the usual book I'd pick up to read, however something in the cover design drew my attention and I checked out the blurb. I'm not a horror reader, I live alone and with my active imagination, I'd rather not conjure up the idea of things lurking in the attic, or creeping against the windows. But as it's summer, and night's are lighter - I thought I'd be brave. Although, this book has a horror vibe, there's much more depth to it than I'd originally anticipated.
Grief is really the structure that holds this story together, and it's an usual book in many ways. That's not ignoring the horror genre and the creepiness that also haunts the narrative. I must admit to skimming a few times and keeping the lights on. I find the idea of imaginary friends more creepy than comforting, and I do find identical twins rather unsettling. However it's the raw exploration of grief that held me to the pages. I'd definitely recommend this book to readers, who enjoy a creepy horror with substance.
Grief is really the structure that holds this story together, and it's an usual book in many ways. That's not ignoring the horror genre and the creepiness that also haunts the narrative. I must admit to skimming a few times and keeping the lights on. I find the idea of imaginary friends more creepy than comforting, and I do find identical twins rather unsettling. However it's the raw exploration of grief that held me to the pages. I'd definitely recommend this book to readers, who enjoy a creepy horror with substance.