Hey. Look at me, writing a grown-up review about a grown-up book. That was a terrible opening sentence, I concur. I apologise. You can tell this is my first review, can't you.
Anyhow, the book. Yes, 'Fog'; written by that bearded wordsmith Wombat. In short, it's very good. VERY. However, I would say that, I got a copy for free, nothing, nada.
Yet, even if I would have paid thousands for the book, I'd still be saying the same. It's a 'can't put down' sort-a-book. Y'know, that book you can't stop reading. No matter what time it is, no matter if you've got much more important stuff to be doing. URGH, stuff.
I should actually begin to review the book, rather than ramble.
Imagine you've eaten a whole block of Wensleydale before bed. You go to bed, and fall asleep. You dream, and dream and dream. Your imaginative juices flow, like a river; maybe the Severn. This book is that dream. A dream which is too vivid and out-of-touch for your normal, mundane life to seem real, yet written by such a skilled hand that it must be real, as it is so believable. I've met characters like Sid, and Dawbes, in the real world (oddly enough, Sid is my favourite character in this book. Yes, odd choice Toby). I haven't met characters like White in the real world, thank God, yet I believe them. I utterly believe that somewhere in the county of Lancashire, cults of seemingly respectable people meet and discuss how to take over the world, one killing at a time.
I believe.
This book really does have anything. The bestest (I know that's not a word. No, you shut up (as Wombat would say)) swear words in the world can be found in this book, making the text truly a masterclass in how to swear artfully and colourfully. The character's names are artistic and unique; quite like the book. Furthermore, a winning formula of violence and sex feature regularly, often to great effect too.
So, Thank You Wombat, for a great literary experience.