Thanksgiving

The disconnection in the Donnellys had reached an inhuman scale. Without a shred of truth or dignity, their self-serving alienation minimizes our own interactions or lack there of. The frightening evolution of their respective plans is written down and dirty. Without using the tawdry tool of conjuring up bloody carnage, realism fl ourished in full color using only a subtle tug to your own imagination to visualize something even worse. The uncanny is tethered in the backseat until the entire clan arrives at the second reunion. After relishing plates of steaming turkey, satisfying answers to most of the enigmatic questions are served up along with the after dinner liqueur. Almost every scene is plot derived. The treading water' problem found in a lot of popular fi ction does not exist here. There is no fl oundering along in a side eddy to fi ll you with boring and nonessential information. The narrative is concise, and the story races along as fast as the tricked out Jaguar one of the characters in the novel owns. The sparse rest areas are only there for ambience to encourage terror or revulsion. After the main story ends, a short story begins dealing with a ghost town called Rickert Basin near Waterbury, Vermont. It is a short prequel to introduce a shadowy character in the background of the main text. He'll be one of the four individuals in the novel to continue through-out the series