People read genre novels principally for comfort. It matters little whether the content is satanic, criminal, romantic or vampiric; the familiarity of the formula is everything, and any apparent catharsis or even suspense felt during the process is only relative, as the reader knows exactly where she is going. In this regard, Matt Johnson’s Wicked […]
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