Buckle in for something different.
Most Sam W. Anderson books have blurbs and copy talking about his cult-favorite Money Run world.
This isn't one of those books. This is Anderson without boundaries and swimming in full-stream of creative juices.
He re-imagines the summer of 1976, explores the depths of loneliness in the forest, recalls the year stolen from the class of 2020 and extrapolates what might happen if a mental-health professional actually holds distain toward one of his patients.
Part horror, part crime, all dark, come along and be prepared to veer Slightly Off-Center.
A collection of stories.