I am reluctant to admit that, as of late, I haven’t been reading nearly as much as I would like to, and further should be. I was an avid reader a few years ago, beginning another book the moment I concluded one prior, but ever since I majored in English Language and Literature and was forced to read, without exaggeration, several books a week in accordance with the educational curriculum (ones I had no interest in reading, I should add), I’ve somewhat lost interest in reading.
That is until I grabbed Catriona Ward’s The Last House on Needless Street.
I should probably state that while I haven’t even finished this book yet, it is, without a doubt, one of the most intense, exhilarating, and unpredictable books I have ever read. And I use these adjectives in the absolute best way possible.
The following is a synopsis of the book that appears on its inside cover:
“In a boarded-up house on a dead-end street at the edge of the wild Washington woods lives a family of three. A teenage girl who isn’t allowed outside, not after last time. A man who drinks alone in front of his TV, trying to ignore the gaps in his memory. And a house cat who loves napping and reading the bible. An unspeakable secret binds them together, but when a new neighbour moves in next door, what is buried among the birch trees may come back to haunt them all, The Last House on Needless Street is an immersive and shocking journey that will keep you guessing until the last page.”
I wish I had come across some of Catriona’s works earlier because she is a truly outstanding writer. I couldn’t tell you the last time I read a book and actually struggled to put it down because it is so good, but I’m thrilled to say that this one fits the bill.
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