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By Molly Young
Welcome back, fellow bookworms. According to my research — and if any entomologists are reading, please sound off in the comments with corrections — “worm” might be a less appropriate term for a paper-eating critter than silverfish, biscuit beetle or even cockroach. From now on, I will personally be identifying as a bookroach. Let’s munch.
“The Underneath,” by Melanie Finn
Winter is the perfect season during which to grind your teeth into a snowy powder as you tear through a menacing thriller set in rural Vermont. Kay is a former war correspondent who retreats to a small town with her children to chill out. The house she rents is fringed with maples and sits on acres of forest; it has poor cellphone service (warning sign No. 1) and a hidden crawl space in one of the bathrooms (warning sign No. 2).
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