…but then, there were many reasons I was glad not to live in Greenloop. I’m not going to lie, I was hella glad I don’t live in the forest by the time I was halfway through. We’re warned from the start that it may be a fake, but we’re invited – dared even – to read “with the eyes of a six-year-old… that flick constantly from the terror on the to the dark, rustling trees outside the window.” The novel is presented as the diary of Kate Holland, a resident of the butchered community, alongside interviews with the park ranger who found it and with Kate’s brother, who is determined to make the story public. I’ve got a sneaky fascination with cryptids so I was excited to see what Max Brooks made of them. Vampires are sparkly, werewolves are all the rage, but I don’t feel I’ve seen many books about Bigfoot. Max Brooks returns to faux non-fiction with “a first hand account of the Rainier Sasquatch massacre”. But the volcano was the least of Greenloop’s worries… Three weeks later, rescuers found no survivors. When Mount Rainier erupted, the remote community of Greenloop was nominally deemed to be in a safe zone.
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