Have you ever read a book that left you thinking about the characters two weeks later? The Thirteenth by G. L. Twynham was one of those books for me. I felt it started of just a tad bit slow, but that wasn’t the fault of the author. Val’s life was incredibly ordinary, which was just the way she preferred. I found myself identifying with Val Saunders in several different ways, from her love of blending in right down to her loud, exuberant best friend Delta.
The story quickly picked up when a mysterious tattoo appears on her arm, with Val having no idea how it got there. The characters she befriends on her journey developed along with her in a way that made them seem real and made me wish I knew them. As the tattoo slowly disappears she learns that her very existence has a reason.
I won’t give you any more spoilers than what has already been given away. I thought the book to be exciting and even stayed up two hours past my bedtime to read it. There were a few typos that I glared at while reading, and one name mix-up that I can remember. Most of the time, if I’m not terribly invested in the book I’ll just stop reading. These editing errors annoy me to no end but with The Thirteenth I lumbered past them because I had to know how it would end. It was like my mind couldn’t rest until I knew what would happen to Val and her friends. I’m glad that I kept reading too. As soon as I finished one book I started the next…
And here I am, several weeks later, constantly checking the series website for updates on when the fourth book will be out. Join us next week to learn a bit about book 2, the Turncoats.
I was not compensated in any form, either monetarily or by a free book by either the author or publisher for this review. All opinions expressed in this post are my own, and I told the truth to how I perceived this book. This was purchased by me on Amazon with the intent to have an enjoyable read. And I did. So hah.