Stephen King writes Twilight.
That’s it. That’s the pitch.
Hyper violent, full of unsettling scenes, and also full of beautiful sentences. The Twelve is a worthy follow up. Occasionally lacking in direction, as if the author is finding the threads of the plot as he goes, gluing it all together through sheer talent. But I might be harsh on this book because it does so many things I wanted to do in my book! That’s just rude.
Unfortunately, the part of the book I liked most was all flashback, which is unfortunate because most of the plot takes place almost one hundred years later. Way to give me characters I love and will never see again.
Also, I love Amy. She’s the best.
3 out of 4 stars