A wise man once said . . . .
Such is the case when Jude goes missing after exploring the woods behind his house in Oregon only to show up several days later without being able to provide many answers as to where he’s been. As Jude’s behavior becomes more odd, only his cousin Stevie questions what really happened to him while he was gone . . . .
“Something was wrong with Jude. Really really wrong.”
I was all over The Devil Crept In like stink on shit as soon as I saw it due to my previous Ania Ahlborn experience. However, since I’m a moron I failed to review it after I finished until 11811(Eleven)’s review jogged my memory. Do you know Eleven? You should. Mainly because he looks like he could do . . . .
But I digress. Once I finished cleaning up after peeing myself over my friend's opening line about his potential for fathering an heir like Otto I started yakking this little bit of nothing out.
As I said, I snatched this up as quickly as my fat little fingers could pretty much knowing that . . . .
(^^^^That’s middle-aged white man speak for “DIS GUN B GUUD”)
My assumption was correct. Ahlborn spins a good yarn and I was forced to read this only when other humans were present in my house due to the fact that . . . .
The entire story delivered that goosepimply, hair-raised-on-the-back-of-your-neck uneasiness. This author has definitely earned herself a fan and I will be seeking out more of her stuff in the future . . . . but I’ll make sure to only admire her from afar as Eleven has already claimed her as his celebrity crush.
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.