Bay’s End is a not-soon-forgotten coming of age story about a group of friends (Trey, Sanders, Candy and Eddy) and the summer before they turned 13 that changed all of their lives forever.
“The monster we speak of doesn’t hide in the shadows or under your bed. He does not reside in any closet or attic. He lives next door. Right there, living life, being just incredibly ordinary. There is one like him in every town. He is your friend, neighbor, church member, and dinner companion. He doesn’t know he is a monster. He sees nothing wrong with what he does. To him, you are the one who is different.”
HOT DAMN BUT THIS FELLA CAN WRITE!
You’re probably thinking a pox must have fallen upon me since I’m praising two authors within two weeks. I assure you, I have already received my flu shot and am not contagious. My Grinch heart must be-a-growing or sumthin’. *shrug*
I started Bay’s End with pretty low expectations. I generally don’t read reviews until I’ve read a book for myself and I barely glance at a synopsis, so I assumed I was probably getting into some sort of horror story that I would like just fine, but wouldn’t be real Earth-shattering. Well, you know the old saying about what happens when you assume . . .
Edward Lorn blew the socks right off my feet. I realize I’m taking a HUGE risk with the next statement, but I’m telling you, Constant Readers, Bay’s End could have been written by a young King (Lorn himself states that Stephen King is one of his influences, and he has obviously taken notes on the how-to's of writing from the best of the best). Bay’s End was reminiscent of The Body, with flowing dialogue out of the
This book currently sits at a measly 135 ratings here on Goodreads . . . . and it’s FREE on Amazon. What the hell are you waiting for? Does someone need to push the one-click button for you too??????
Because I know there’s a chance it will come up, let me clarify my relationship with the author. I don’t friend/accept friend requests from many authors – including Edward Lorn. At some point he popped up enough on my feed that I began to follow him, but never requested his friendship. At some point in his Goodreads-ing I popped up enough that he began to follow me as well, but never requested my friendship either. So in case you are wondering - or preparing to accuse me of being an “Edward Lorn Shill” – that is not the case. We mutually cyberstalk each other and that is it.