Kicking myself for not reading Tremblay’s books in chronological order. I think if I’d picked up his first, neo-noir detective novel it would have given me a different light on the two horrors I read from him last year.

“The Little Sleep” blew me away, as I thought it would. Tremblay has such a distinct voice that set this apart from other noirs I’ve picked up from time to time. A little more emotive and modern, this read was even-paced and terribly interesting, two concepts that made it all the more easy to connect with. Fans of the movie “Brick” will dive into this book, and vice versa.

I did feel it could have had a little more something else to give it an edge, though I’m not sure what. Tremblay’s “Cabin at the End of the World”, written nearly a decade later, was such a full, complex work that I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. “The Little Sleep” did not inherently lack anything that fills my cup, but I did want my cup to runneth over more, which I suppose is a me problem.