14 is definitely my favourite of Peter Clines’s books—and I almost didn’t read it. I found a copy at the library sale a couple of years ago, shortly after I read The Junkie Quatrain. I’d liked Clines’ take on zombies and had enjoyed his characters. They fairly leapt off the page and though the stories were short, there was an incredible depth to them, as if I was reading about people I knew, or had known.
Earlier this year I was offered a copy of The Fold to read for review. Snapped it up, read it, loved it, reviewed it. 14 continued to languish on my TBR bookcase, largely ignored. Although the cover had first caught my attention, it also sort of put me off. It looked like a horror novel and I don’t really read horror.
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