Cannonball Read 17

Sticking It to Cancer One Book at a Time

Were I to Pull Every Line that Made Me Gasp I Would be Quoting the Book in its Entirety

The Dark Dark by Samantha Hunt

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I’d lick my lips, slowly, letting my pink tongue dangle out of my black mouth a little just like some animal waiting by the side of the road for the driver who killed it to come back one more time and kill it again This collection is stitched together with muscle, sinew, and blood. Samantha Hunt writes in a way that tears apart beautiful language and forces you to read the story through twisted entrails like a time-forgotten seer. The tales are modern in theme […]

I release the lock. I open the door. That’s the best definition of love.

The Dark Dark by Samantha Hunt

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This is a collection of short stories from Samantha Hunt and one that I’ve been avoiding because I was worried it was going to be another delving into the kinds of modern fairy tale stories that I end up always wanting to the read but never really enjoy much. I think I can be forgiven for thinking that’s what we were going to have here, because of how many of those that have been published in recent years. Anyway, instead, most of these stories are […]

This is not a happy story, but hey- neither is The Little Mermaid. 

The Seas by Samantha Hunt

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I devoured Samantha Hunt’s previous novel, Mr. Splitfoot, last year and it easily fell into my top 10 of the decade (If you have yet to come across Mr. Splitfoot then I implore you to check it out; it has everything you’ll ever need: ghosts! cults! comets!) but The Seas easily steals a spot among my favorites of all time. The Seas is slim, spare, and haunting.  I have always been drawn to tales of maritime peril, and while there is no shipwreck here there are […]

We Walked Beside the Sea After a Day That Perished Silently

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An unnamed narrator lives in a small, seaside town in the most Northern point in the United States. It is so far North that “the highways only run South,” and parts of the Bay freeze over in the winter. She lives with her mother and her grandfather. For the last eleven years they have been waiting for her father to walk back out of the Sea. Or perhaps she should go to him because, as her father told her before he left, she is a […]



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