When I was a young adult, there was no such thing as “Young Adult,” so we had to nick what we could from the grownups. The Other, by Thomas Tryon, swept like a flu virus among my peers when it was new. I was 12, and the book has haunted me since. Rereading it as an adult, I was struck anew by the author’s skillful style and the book’s eerie sense of foreboding. I can still see my best friend’s face as she read the final pages and the shaking plot twist revealed itself. Nearly forty years later it is still a masterful tale of family secrets.
– Holly Myers, Elliott Bay Book Company, Seattle, WA