Tremblay spins a web and while we patiently walk line from line, we’re reminded we may not like what’s caught in it. Of the two books I’ve read from this author, this is now the second time I’ve had to sit in a kind of welcome displeasure: I thoroughly enjoy diving into his works but I do so with the knowledge that his writing brings about sadness as well as horror. “Disappearance” relies on its grim, atmospheric and weaving pace to keep reader’s eyes plowing onwards; I wasn’t necessarily kept on the edge of my seat, as I was with “Cabin at the End of the World”, but I could not put this book down.