Mockingbird is the second book in Chuck Wendig's "Miriam Black" series, and it reminds me of why I started reading Wendig in the first place. Miriam starts out the novel as a homebody in New Jersey, but then a vision of a young girl's brutal death sends her into a tailspin. She can see the future, you see, but only other people's deaths. She can change those deaths only by killing the person involved in that death. Wendig takes this simple premise and spins it into a number of different novels - four, so far - involving psychics with similar but different powers, plus a variety of characters.
I really think that Mockingbird is better than its predecessor, Blackbirds. People tend to expect less from genre fiction writers, and that is wrong; we should expect growth from all our writers. That being said, Mockingbird doesn't have the same self-destructiveness and angst as Blackbirds, although there is some, for sure. Its predecessor was a "hard R," so to speak, and it is a little less so. Either way, I've already bought the next two novels in the series, and I plan on enjoying them soon.
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