You slip into the first pages of WHITE HORSE and are so overwhelmed by the beauty of the writing that you barely notice the horrific events unfolding. Imagine writing that dances across incestuous rape and the noise of cats lapping decomposing human flesh and still makes you want to cry for the beauty of the words. Alex Adams is that good. Her writing leaves you ready to challenge anyone to find a better paragraph, a better page from any of the great authors. It is writing that creates a dilemma - you are tempted to turn out the lights and hear the words as if they were music. But an audio version would mean detachment and the risk of missing Adams’ true voice. The lovely covers don’t matter. The title and jacket copy become as irrelevant as the hype and announcements of astronomical auction numbers. Figures that must have left more than a few cynical people snickering about the author having stumbled into some incredible luck, maybe a literary pet rock or mood ring. Nope. This is a book that makes you turn to your youngest child and wish she was old enough to share. WHITE HORSE is an amazing novel.