Holy shit. The lone survivor of a cursed film walks us through the story of filming the original-never-released film and the process of the new reboot, interspersed with the original screenplay. The whole book has the uneasy dread of Skinamarink, a tension with roots you can’t quite reach. This is Paul Tremblay’s best book yet. The Thin Kid is so unnerving, and I will be thinking about this book for a long, long time.