This book has been on my TBR for so many years and I couldn't possibly tell you why I hadn't gotten around to it sooner. Something about the premise of people selling their livelihood away for the tiniest chance of instantaneous, lifelong bliss has always horrified and fascinated me—especially in an instance like this, where 100 boys begin the journey and only one sees the end of it.

I went into The Long Walk expecting more of a typical horror novel—guts, gore, some sort of terrifying twist—and what I got was full-on, real world horror: watching a group of young men literally walk to their deaths in front of crowds of frenzied on-lookers, being reminded that, at the end of the day, a lot of folks just want to watch someone else's real, honest suffering.