Alan Folsom writes thick books. These thick books once picked up, cannot be put down. When I started reading Day of Confession I should have known after reading Day after Tomorrow that this was a big risk to take.
I had a good job, a lovely girlfriend, a nice car and lots of lovely friends but after locking myself away for two weeks I had nothing. Its the kind of book that makes you stay in on a friday night.Its the kind of book that makes you start telling lies to loved ones "I can't come out tonight I don't feel very well." was one excuse I made to my girlfriend before she dumped me. But I didn't care, because I had a someone new. I had Allan Folsom.
The story itself may not be the greatest story ever told. But its something in the way Folsom writes it that makes you sit on the edge of your seat even if you are laying down.
Alan Folsom could tell the story of my gran getting up one morning and remembering that she hadn't posted a letter the day before. He would make the journey to the post box at the end of her road, a rollercoaster ride, she would be shot, double crossed by the postman, have had sex and fallen in love, had numerous punch ups before uncovering a conspiracy by the village major to change the post box at the end of her road to a time machine in order to reincarnate Ghengis Khan in order to take over the world, just in time.
He is that good.
His new book is out in April, trust me, before you even think about reading that first word, book a fortnight of work. Or you might end up like me , with nothing.