I wish to first thank the author, St. Martin’s Press, and BookishFirst for providing me an ARC for this novel.
John Hart wrote that fellow author, C. J. Box, read an early copy of this book and called it, “…somehow raw, tender, brutal, and exquisite – all at the same time.” For what it’s worth, I believe that is a perfect micro-description of The Unwilling. Harlan Coben, another of my favorites, called John Hart “a master storyteller.” With those two quotes, I feel that you can begin to know some of the essence of this novel and the one who wrote it.
The first sentence, paragraph, or page of a great book always draws me right into a room with strange people whom I already seem to know. That is the way it has been each time I have read Hart’s books. That is just the type of story I seek. While this one was at times intense, it was never a desire (or really a choice) for me to leave that room and those acquaintances. I believe you will experience this story in the same way.
And as you near the last page, you will be able to nod along with the master storyteller as he writes: “People asked Chance if he was okay, and each time, he did the same thing. He nodded and said, ‘yes’; but the sun was rising, and he was in the dark.”
John Hart wrote that fellow author, C. J. Box, read an early copy of this book and called it, “…somehow raw, tender, brutal, and exquisite – all at the same time.” For what it’s worth, I believe that is a perfect micro-description of The Unwilling. Harlan Coben, another of my favorites, called John Hart “a master storyteller.” With those two quotes, I feel that you can begin to know some of the essence of this novel and the one who wrote it.
The first sentence, paragraph, or page of a great book always draws me right into a room with strange people whom I already seem to know. That is the way it has been each time I have read Hart’s books. That is just the type of story I seek. While this one was at times intense, it was never a desire (or really a choice) for me to leave that room and those acquaintances. I believe you will experience this story in the same way.
And as you near the last page, you will be able to nod along with the master storyteller as he writes: “People asked Chance if he was okay, and each time, he did the same thing. He nodded and said, ‘yes’; but the sun was rising, and he was in the dark.”