It took four sleepless nights to conquer The Girl With All The Gifts by M R Carey. Four nights where the lights had to stay on, where ever creak of a floorboard or moaning of Victorian walls was the last sound I’d ever hear. Then it was over. The cold sweats began to evaporate and the realisation that it was…just a book…fell over me.
I’m not normally a fan of horror, but I’d been reassured that Carey was clever – not just a writer who goes for the screams, but one who drags the screams from within you. The story follows a little girl called Melanie, her teacher, two soldiers and a scientist as they try to escape cross-country to safety after their scientific research outpost was overtaken by men who are taking advantage of what is left of the post-apocalyptic world with aggression and no mercy.
I’ve sometimes read horror books where they’ve felt cheap, but The Girl With All The Gifts is different – it’s an examination into how people would behave rather than an observation of horrific outcomes.
You can buy The Girl With All The Gifts from all good bookshops.