I know it’s traditional, round this here chapter of Book Club, to “review” books when they’re all bound up and glistening with finger-sweat. Well, when you’re talking about Anne Michaud, you know it’s going to be good, so let us dispense with the strictures of convention and get to what really kicks you in the book-parts.
Let me tell you about Anne C. Michaud and her forthcoming book, GIRLS & MONSTERS… better yet, let Anne tell you herself…in the words of her Creation… while you look at this mighty fine new cover she’s just revealed today:
(An excerpt from Death Song)
Something catches in the back of my throat. I
hide my face in my hands to quiet the sobs. But then,
something ain’t right. Air moves around me and I
stop. I look between my fingers, but the blur of my
tears thickens everything: the bathtub, the towels,
and someone on the floor.
A woman’s in here with me, door still closed and
locked. An exhale, like after a deep swim, and a smell,
like the swamp close to my empty home. A chill runs
down my back, I wipe my eyes, rub and scratch them
to see more clearly. And I do.
Two gray hands scratch the floor tiles, nails green
with algae, putrid flesh sagging on her legs, arms
and torso, hair so long and wet and heavy, it drags
her down. Diluted, impossible to focus on, like little
waves rippling over her body from head to foot, seaweed
in the water. Scales and fins, mermaidlike, little
knives, those are. And they scrape the floor, like a
fork on a plate. It’s her—Limnade.
She opens her mouth of scissor-teeth and the rotten
smell of fish wraps around my throat like two
hands trying to choke me.
“You can’t be…” I don’t finish my breathless
thought and jump backward, knocking over the dish
of decorative soaps. Blurry waves, vision impaired,
out of focus, unreal. She crawls toward me, eyes unblinking,
lethal, hands inches from me: my legs refuse
to move, as my body feels like stone. Frozen,
hypnotized, a statue. Then I hear something coming
from within her…
A melody, reminding me of something lost, tickles
my ears. It drags on until the sweetness turns sickly,
vibrating into a full-on super-scream, hyenalike,
enough to pop my ears and make them bleed. Her
large mouth deforms her face into one gap of black,
the cry so high and strident, I scream from the pain.
Limnade stares at me, everything but her fades
away—Jo’s nice bathroom, Jo’s new life, Jo himself—
none of it matters anymore. Her fingers brush my
forehead, they’re cold and sticky like clams. And I let
the darkness take me away.
GIRLS & MONSTERS is scheduled for an April release, but you can check it out on Goodreads and add it to your reading list! It’s already on mine.
And these are the places you can find Anne:
She blogs http://annecmichaud.wordpress.com
She tweets @annecmichaud
2 thoughts on “First rule of Book Club? Who says you need a whole damn book for Book Club? GIRLS & MONSTERS is here!”
Thanks so much for showing off my cover, Axel :))
My pleasure, Anne. Very much looking forward to the book 😉