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Mike's Review of Black Easter

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Elegantly Written Masterpiece

Black Easter is the best book I’ve read in probably ten years. This is no exaggeration. Mr. Ciriello spins a classic tale of good versus evil and wraps it in a narrative with old-fashioned sensibilities juxtaposed against this primal, driving force, a need that must be satisfied. While reading Black Easter I was reminded of Foucault’s Pendulum, The Club Dumas, and Frankenstein all for different reasons. There are so many things I loved about this book, I’ll have to break them down into sections: narrative voice, story, and vivid descriptions.

First of all, Mr. Ciriello’s narrative voice is wonderful. The writing is gorgeous. He is a master with words and arranges them like a master composer setting notes in the perfect order to completely please the senses. I firmly believe I could read five-hundred pages of Mr. Ciriello describing a cantaloupe and be completely entertained.

Next up is the story. As I stated earlier, Black Easter is a classic tale of good versus evil. However, there is so much more. It is actually two stories broken up into two separate eras expertly intertwined by the master, Mr. Ciriello. Events that occurred near the end of World War II set the stage for events happening right now. Mr. Ciriello dances between the two presenting them in such a way you feel like you are present during each. The transition is never jarring, and always makes sense. Scenes happening today lend themselves to events happening in the past, and those historical events inform and enrich events happening in the current age. This is brilliant story telling.

Finally, the vivid descriptions presented in Black Easter are truly breathtaking and spectacular. Black Easter clocks in at 237 pages. However, after finishing the story I felt as if I had read 1,000. There is so much meat here, no wasted words. Each description is perfect. You see the sights, smell the smells, taste the deliciousness of each morsel, and feel each gentle caress or vicious slap. For me, the most satisfying of these descriptions occur in the spiritual. Mr. Ciriello takes us to different dimensions, even across the cosmos, to places the human mind couldn’t possibly comprehend. Yet, it feels like he’s been there, like he’s describing things he has actually witnessed, not just with his eyes, but with all his senses. Wow! I’m not sure how else to say it.
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I truly loved this book, and I intend to greedily devour each of Mr. Ciriello’s other works. Read this book! 
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