The Sin-Eater's Confession by Ilsa J. Bick

That’s my own personal pet peeve through. It being in first person POV could have been the downfall for me maybe, because sometimes I just personally can’t stand reading in that view. The narration often felt a bit choppy-and was in first person POV. It wasn’t a favorite of mine coming from Bick anyway, and at times I felt like it was rather lacking in characterization from Ben-who I felt no connection with at all no matter how hard I tried. But unfortunately, I can’t say I fully enjoyed reading the book. I read through it quickly, intrigued from the first page. There are underlying messages and it’s rather sad throughout when I think back about it. The Sin-Eater’s Confession is thought provoking. Sometimes it might be best to not have a light stomach when reading certain types of scenes because they are described quite well. Let me say now, if you’re familiar with the author’s style at all, then you know at times details are very… detailed. The additional idea of it being a bit of murder mystery fueled my curiosity even more. I’d already read her contemporary-style work before, so I didn’t really have any worries as to how different it would be after reading Ashes and Shadows (which, of course, I’m a huge fan of). Naturally, when The Sin-Eater’s Confession was announced, I was excited for this one as well. Whether it’s zombies and action in the Ashes trilogy, or emotional turmoil and character impact in her contemporary, Drowning Instinct-there is no doubt in my mind that Bick has risen to the top as one of my favorite authors ever in the last two years. It’s like everything I pick up with her name attached, I know I’m going to enjoy. Bick is just one of those special authors for me. Who swung the hatchet? Who are the shadows? What do the living owe the dead?

What I don't know is if I can trust my own eyes. I know what blood looks like on my own hands. I know what a last cry for help sounds like. I know about shadows and stones and hatchets. I know about blood and bone and how bodies decompose. Jimmy's dead now, and I definitely know that better than anyone. Even if he nearly ruined my life to pursue them. And I knew he had dreams-even if I didn't understand them. I guess you could say I knew Jimmy as well as anyone (which was not very well).

But people said all sorts of stupid stuff. People in Merit, Wisconsin, always said Jimmy was.

The Sin-Eater's Confession by Ilsa J. Bick