"Assume I'm dead by the time you read this. Assume you're being told all of this by a flicker, a wisp, a thing you can't quite get out of your head now that you've found me. And in the beginning, it's you, not me, being handed an envelope with a key inside... on a street, in a city, on a winter day so cold that breathing hurts and your lungs creak."
- Hummingbird Salamander, Jeff Vandermeer
Despite a slow start, this book works its way up to an alluring fever pitch of paranoia that keeps you turning pages way past when you should be going to sleep. More of a thriller than his Southern Reach trilogy. I'll be reading another Vandermeer shortly; perhaps Borne?
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