I'm sitting in my apartment, listening to The Beatles and my dishwasher, while mentally cursing author Kealan Patrick Burke.
Why, you may ask?
Because, my friends, it's quite simple: Kealan is one of the most talented authors I've ever read and now that I have read SOUR CANDY, I want all of his books. Like, right now. After much time wasted wondering whether (say wasted wondering whether three times fast - I dare you!) or not I wanted a Kindle, I finally bit the bullet and purchased one; quite honestly, I'm glad that I did. Ten books later (no one told me how addictive it was to download books), I delved into SOUR CANDY last night. Thirty minutes later, I closed my Kindle and vowed to never take candy from children.
The story is thus: Phil Pendleton has a normal life and a loving girlfriend, all of which goes completely down the toilet after seeing a haggard woman and her screaming and oddly dressed child in a store. After taking candy from the child called Adam, he descends into a nightmarish realm in which everything he ever considered safe in his life turns out to be very, very sour. Much like candy. Although it has been a while since I read really good horror (looking at Alexander S. Brown!), Kealan's horror is fresh and new, much like a recently ripped out heart that is still beating. SOUR CANDY delivers with nothing left to the imagination; when I finished the story, I actually felt a cold sensation down my back.
Thank you, Kealan; I can't wait for you to scare me again!
PS: For the record, the candy I used in the photos was not sour but rather that hard candy people eat only during the holidays - only for you, Kealan!