A little over a year ago I found myself walking around London Gatwick Airport. There was an hour or two to kill before boarding, and right across from where my father and I had taken a seat there was a WHSmith. Naturally I spent half the time browsing through the books. Fingering through the spines, my eyes fell on a stark black on red.
And so, I’ve dedicated a writer’s review on Vox to unpick the elements that make this story such an interesting read.