Yesterday I finished King of Ashes by S.A. Cosby. Each time I talk about this book, I reflexively do a long blink, take a deep breath in, and say, “It was dark” on the exhale. I mean, wow.
Although the first one I read, Blacktop Wasteland, is still my favorite, Cosby’s books have become an automatic read for me. His books are violent and gritty, and even so, I just really like his writing; I consistently want to keep reading. I love it when the writing or the plot is compelling enough to override the aspects of a story that usually would be a pass for me (e.g., violence, drugs, characters that stress me out).