It was nice to find myself with T.J. Perterson once again. I missed him the second I finished reading The Drop Zone.
I found this novel a nice change of pace from my two or three previous reads. Bob Kroll not only brought me straight into dark side of Halifax but he also took me deep within the darkest recesses of T.J Peterson. From my cushy leather sofa, Kroll transported me into The Hell Of It All!! (and it is a frightening place)

What I clung to, page after page was the buildup of tension. You knew something was coming, you could feel it, and it was palpable. I was swept up and heading straight into an emotional rollercoaster.

The North has always held a special place in my heart. Northern Ontario is where I grew up. It is where I caught my first fish, where I first fell in love, camped out under the stars, saw the northern lights and skipped rocks on the lake, and suffice it to say, reading Beyond the Wild River was like going home.

It took me a while to get into the book. I couldn’t figure out where these first chapters where taking me.  Trust the author I told myself — there is a story here!   I continued on.  I continued on to learn more about this family, I continued on just like they did.