There’s a certain kind of glee that comes in discovering that the new writer you’ve recently fallen in love with has another book you can read. We need a work for this. When I was eighteen and first read John Irving’s A Prayer for Owen Meany I nearly crapped my pants with joy when I realized he had six other books I could read.
I was pretty close to pants-crapping-excited when Marcy Dermansky’s Twins landed in my hot little hands. I loved Bad Marie (so did Christa), and to have another book she’d written to read so quickly made me ecstatic.
Anyway, I’m happy to report that Twins does not disappoint. I’m also happy to report that Dermanksy (along with Gina Frangello) is one book away from making it to my favorite authors’ list (remember you need three books to make the list).
Here’s why Dermansky’s books are so damn good: She has the ability to create real, flawed characters you care about and then puts them in imminent peril. It’s so awesome.Read more