I was going to read one more chapter of Black as Night and then go to bed.... and then oh, holy crap, it was 2:30 in the morning and I had sat right in place, completely spellbound, frantically reading to the end. It used to be that books captured me like this all the time - when I was a teenager, and even into my 20's, when I discovered my favorite "greats" - staying up late into the night reading was a regular guilty pleasure. But writers and stories that capture my attention and force me to sit still for hours, neglecting Facebook and social media and adult responsibility are sadly few and far between these days.
JC Andrijeski has the storyteller's gift. The gift of unfolding a story with the right details and at the right pace. She makes you care about the people and the story and leaves you guess just enough to make you need to keep turning those pages. Or whatever you call it when you do it on the kindle.
Miri and Black had an odd relationship, they do the dance of misunderstanding, but not in a typical romance story sort of way - and the bad stuff is bad, and gritty, and will make you squirm. There's no pulling any punches, no shielding the reader from the ugly stuff, you have to live it alongside them. And maybe that's the difference, maybe that's what sets JC Andrijeski's books a notch above so many of the others - you, the readers, are THERE in the story, with the characters, held tight, can't get away.
Black as Night is a great book.