Blackbirds is one of those books.
Go buy it, hunker down on a sofa or a Lazy Boy or whatever it is you like to sit on and read this book. I promise you, you will not be disappointed.
It’s not all that often I find myself staying up to finish a book. Really. I’ve only done it with a few. Anna Dressed In Blood, The Map Of Time, Pillars Of The Earth, my list is pretty small.
Blackbirds I stayed up for.
If you’ve been following this blog for a minute you know that I answer Chuck Wendig’s flash fiction challenges every Friday.
So, I’m biased, you think. Chuck is just the awesomeness and you’re just trying to earn some cool points or something. DON’T LIE YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE! You continue to think, rolling your eyes and preparing to click away from my sleep-deprived insanity.
(It’s one in the morning over here, by the way).
Like I tell my mother every time she makes me watch a Tom Cruise flick, I will tell you when something is shit.
Blackbirds is most definitely not that.
Miriam Black knows when you’re going to die. She knows it because she can see it with a single touch. All of the sordid, gruesome details that one would really be better off not knowing if one wants to remain sane.
Miriam gives sanity the middle finger, resigning herself to be a scavenger, an instrument of Fate. Nothing more, nothing less. Why should she care anyway?
And then there’s Louis the truck driver. He is going to die by fish knife to the eye in thirty days and there’s nothing Miriam can do about it.
Or is there?
That’s the question, isn’t it? That’s the question that sucks you in, chews you up and spits you out when it’s damn good and ready. Miriam is pointing a gun right at your face, both barrels are loaded, and no matter how hard you cry or how much you beg, wheedle, and plead-you are not getting off the merry-go-round until she is done with you.
And I was perfectly happy with that.
His writing is solid, his plot is wicked cool, and his characters are flawed to the point it hurts.
Drug, sex, assassins with an agenda, it’s all there. Every character Chuck has carves out a corner of the book, telling a different side to the same story. It all culminates in an ending that takes the reader by surprise. You know, like a knife to the stomach you didn’t see coming.
Bottom line? Buy the book. Read the book. Love the book. Then wait on pins and needles for Mockingbirds to come out.