Way back in 2006, when I still lived in Florida, I attended the Blue Ridge Christian Writer's Conference, somewhere in the gorgeous hills of North Carolina. There was a speaker who stood out, who touched my heart and made me laugh. I took his classes. I sat at his table and struck up conversation. I bought one of his books. And loved it. Love it still.
Steven James. A master story teller.
No, seriously. He has a masters in story telling. How cool is that? I would LOVE to have a masters in story telling!
So a few years ago when he came out with his first thriller, I purposed to buy and read it. I mean, I practically KNOW the guy. Oh alright. I talked to him once and tried to sound clever. Still. I never did read it. The name of this book, released about three years ago, was The Pawn.
So shoot me. I SAID I WAS SLOW.
I read it. Last week. Oh. My. Word.
Do you like thrillers? Murder mysteries? The first chapter made me put the book back on the shelf. Freaked me OUT. I almost walked out. But I'm glad I went back to the shelf and grabbed it to take home.
I won't give it away. Suffice it to say there are chess pieces involved. And I put it down and walked away several times near the end of the book because it was too tense and I couldn't stand to find out what was going to happen next. I was afraid of what was going to happen next. *breathe*
It's a very good book. The writing's a little sloppy in the beginning (after the first chapter). But it picked up pace and held me to the end. Ended well. And for those of you who won't read Christian fiction, it's not a "Christian" book. Just a really good book.
If you'll excuse me, I'm off to find the second book in the series, The Rook. Ta!
Until I write again ...