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Plagued by insomnia, the narrator walks the city looking for something, for someone to bring him peace. Then he finds Lillian, the puzzling, seductive stranger — or does she find him? They are instantly drawn to each other in intimate and unexpected ways: each of them finding what they need, at least for awhile. But before they get too comfortable, Lillian alters their unspoken rules: first with an offer, then with a threat.

What starts as a quiet, intimate testing of boundaries, becomes a sprawling journey from a snowbound city, across the Atlantic Ocean, to sun-bleached routes through Greece. All the while retaining the intimacy of a one-room apartment. Our narrator changes his life in unimaginable ways but still needs more. He needs answers, he needs intimacy, he needs to feel human, but Lillian is an unhelpful teacher, keeping both her past and their future closely guarded secrets.

Leech is an unsettling, poetic, relationship tale riding a thin line of the supernatural.
How much can you give and how much can you take before it’s too much?

As in the movie, Dead Poet’s Society, with Robin Williams, he asks his student to describe a feeling during one of his classes. I feel that description fits the relationship portrayed in this novel. It is like a blanket that is too small. you can pull and tug, but it will never be enough to cover you and keep you warm or comfortable.
The narrator in this story is male. We never learn his name, which I kind of like. He seems to float through his own existence with very little worry, and very little human contact. He seems to be searching for something more.

He and Lillian find each other in a store. Coincidence or not, it is awkward at first, as all new friendships start out as. But she holds s deeper, darker secret than most of the rest of the world. They become friends and maybe a bit more. She has her own key and comes and goes. He waits for her every evening to come and crawl into bed with him.
Lillian offers our narrator something he can not understand. He wants to be with her, completely, but something stops her. He wants more than she is willing to give. Can they stay together and get past the human issues they are dealing with?
I’m not sure. But the issue of “what” she is has a larger part to play as well I think.

The writing in this novel is simply superb. I found the descriptions meticulous in their brevity.
The point was made and you were left to imagine the rest on your own. I truly enjoy that! The melancholy descriptions of the snow storm
were wonderfully written, poetic even. I have seen such snow and it is fitting!
I say this all the time, but it is truly meant, this is not my usual genre, it is so far away from my usual historical romance genre that
it’s not funny, but I really enjoyed this story! The nuances of a relationship that is not what the other person needs are no different here than in any other genre.
The quest to find “someone” drives us all in one way or another. I think Lillian was lonely and the narrator, whatever his name is, filled that for her to a point.
I did feel a little “dropped” at the end though it could end there and be a great novel, I wanted to know more.
I wanted to know how and why and who, and what the narrator’s name was! I thought it had been said, or maybe I attached a name to him on
my own. Either way, I highly recommend this novel. You will not be sorry!

*Author supplied courtesy copy*

Robb Neumann lives in Denver, Colorado with his wife, son, and a collection of gremlins he captured during a flight out of LAX in the mid-nineties. He’s a huge movie buff, enjoys spending time playing nerdy board games with his smart and charming family, makes a mean pizza, and hates writing Author Bios. Robb is available for consulting services if you have issues with west-coast gremlins but knows very little about east-coast gremlins. If your gremlin issues center around New England Gremlins, you’re probably on your own.

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