Survivor by Tabitha King, not Survivor with silly Jeff Probst. Though actually, now that I think about it, I could write a lot more about Survivor the TV show than Survivor the book.
It’s not that the book was bad, it wasn’t. But I had a good bit of deja vu while reading it. It has been a good 15 years, maybe more, since I read a novel by Tabitha King but Kissy felt an awful lot like Deanie to me. Other than that weird character deja vu – I liked it well enough. I even found myself liking Junior, what a surprise that was to me.
I’ve got another Tabitha King novel waiting. I wonder whether I’ll feel that deja vu.
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