White Pawn is an obsession all on its own. You become obsessed with the writing, the author and even more familiar characters. You want, no need, to keep following the trail of breadcrumbs that Stevie leaves you all the way up to one of the most climatic endings I’ve read this year.
Obsession, it’s something you’ll shed blood for. Obsession trumps love any-fucking-day.
Those two lines sum up the whole book. Nothing I can say …