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What is the favorite book you remember as a child?
Hatchet was the first book that I read myself and enjoyed. It’s a great book for a young boy, it’s full of action and adventure.
Tell us about your current book in 10 words.
Two years have passed since mankind faced extinction
What are you reading right now?
I’m reading a few. I’m re-reading The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks and Hot Water Music by Charles Bukowski. I’m also reading Swan Song by Robert R. McCammon for the first time.
E-Reader or print? and why?
They both serve a purpose. I like having a physical library in my house, where I can see and flip through my books on a whim. But I also think my e-reader is extremely useful. Having the world’s largest library on my nightstand, or backpack, or luggage during a trip, is amazing. It took me a while to get used to an e-reader, but now that I have, I like them equally.
One book at a time or multiples?
Reading or writing? The answer to both is multiples. However, I’m now going to try to be writing only one book at a time. Flipping back and forth between books, along with working a full time job, gets to be a bit much.
Dog-ear or bookmark? (don't worry—Librarian Judith won't hold it against you—much)
Bookmark. Or a scrap of paper, a Post-it, or anything really. Dog-ear is a big pet peeve of mine, seeing someone do it gives my anxiety for some reason.
Favorite book you've read this year?
The March by E.L. Doctorow
When do you do most of your reading?
Before bed. I used to be a big morning reader, and would like to one day get back into the habit, but ever since my daughter was born (about three years ago) I no longer have mornings free.
Do you loan your books?
Yes, all of the time. There a few that don’t leave the shelf, but if I think a friend would really like a book and I’m nervous of losing one of my more prized paperbacks, chances are I’ll buy them a copy.
Favorite book to recommend?
That depends on the person. The book that I’ve recommended the most is The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks. Now, I wouldn’t recommend it for everyone, it’s a very disturbing book. But when I find the right person, I typically buy them a used copy from Amazon. I think I’ve given away about ten copies of that book.
On the other side of the North American continent, young Simon Kalispell is leaving the safety and seclusion of his cabin deep in the woods, traveling with his aging canine companion, Winston.
For individual reasons, these men are traveling east, where the fragmented lives of a small number of survivors will soon be decided by the choices of a corrupt few.
Simon Kalispell and Brian Rhodes are not yet aware, but the strength that resides inside them will soon be tested, and destiny will call for their fates to be forever intertwined.
Brian lowered his gun. “It’s okay, Steve. He’s dead.” He looked around. “There’s no one here.”
Steven lowered his rifle, wiping his palms on his thighs and brushing the sweat from his eyes.
“I said he’s dead, Steve—”
“I reckon he’s dead, Brian. I see he’s dead.”
“Come on now. We’re right at town.”
They sidestepped the corpse until it was well behind them. If the body was someone they had once known, it was now impossible to determine who that person might have been.
“That won’t be the last of them,” Brian said. “You better get your head on straight.”
Steven opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it again.
They stepped onto the road as the first house emerged from the woods. They walked past it, taking careful notice of the blank windows—as black as the eye sockets of the corpse—and scanned for any sign of movement, like the fluttering of drapes, or the partially covered face of a person peering out from the darkness with a shotgun clenched tight in their hands. Anything.
But there was no movement.
“Think anyone’s left?” Steven said, with a crack in his voice.
Brian shrugged. “I know as much as you do.”
The yards around the homes, and Pearl Street itself, were spotted with litter and debris of every kind blowing in the gentle breeze. Overgrown tree roots buckled sections of the sidewalk and emerged from cracks in the pavement. They passed the police station bordering the center of town. The cruisers were vacant in the parking lot, and the building was cold and silent.
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