[This book was recommended by BisonPrepper Jim Dakin in Elko, Nevada.]
I started TEARS after supper, and finished it at 7am. Straight through. Mandatory reading to completion.
This story got me. I felt every loss, I quickly emphasized with the protag. I lived his pain with him. From the writing, I understood his reasons for his choices.
He felt like quitting. He kept going.
Here are some of my thoughts on TEARS:
Writing == Terse. Sparse. Clean. Appreciated.
Character development == Powerful. One example is the support 'Kara'... she had me at 'hello'. Tama. Laura. Ella. Manaaki. Richly woven and accessible.
Arc == Acceptable amounts of excess. Clean. Perfect.
Climax == Sweet, gentle.
Folks, I am impressed.
This story got me. Very nicely done. Very.
Author, you deserve to be published. Please, continue your craft. Readers need you.
I’m not your average writer. I was just a mechanic inking days down to win a bet. Turned out I started writing same time as the global Hades plague began pile driving New Zealanders into their graves. People died driving and walking and working. Bodies and wrecks messed streets faster than clean-up crews could work. All the deaths hammered electronic banking and supply chains. Dudes and skirts took up looting to survive the hard. Crims upped the death toll so nowhere is safe. Dog packs hunt survivors and scavenge meat rot from corpses. I’ve done months of hard watching New Zealand die. Traveled roads littered with death and through cities fallen into horror movie sets and battle zones. I’ve seen my people fall to plague and bullets. I’ve adopted orphans and dug their graves. All the grief and horror is hammering me deep into bourbon and beer. Can’t hide from my gravestone though. It’s coming.