Mockingbird- what a great title for such a great book!
I knew I would love the book even before reading it; I just had a feeling I landed on a pot of gold. And I did.
Miriam tries, she really does. Puts her ugly gloves and tries to behave, tries not to touch even is it itches. She really tries not to let her bitchiness to bubble on the surface, she really tried to, but… “she goes with an old standby – her middle finger thrust up in Peggy’s juiced lemon face – and then storms outside”. But Miriam Black wants to be liberated, she cannot live anymore like this, sucking up things just for the sake of it, just for the sake of Louis.
She ditches her gloves and trots back inside. Peggy’s the store manager and she doesn’t like Peggy and Miriam wants to know really badly how “Peggy, whose nose must possess powerful gravity given the way it looks like the rest of her face is being dragged toward it” is going to die.
And I loved Miriam.
Wendig can write and he can make you shift uncomfortably in your seat, making you wonder and curse and laugh. This is not a cuddly, nice relaxing read. There’s a Trespasser in Miriam’s head who warns her that the river will rise, a serial killer that she sees killing college girls while singing a terrifying tune and Miriam has to save them, because if she doesn’t, she’s going to lose herself, because this curse becomes a gift …