I’ll be reading a lot of “feel-good” Christmas tales, but I acknowledge that those aren’t everyone’s cup of tea. With that in mind, I’m bringing you something vastly different today. Because although Tammy Cohen’s Dying For Christmas  is set over the Christmas holidays, there is nothing merry and bright about it. Curious? Check it out:   Review of Dying For Christmas   I may have mentioned that this is NOT your typical Christmas tale. In fact, it’s not a Christmas tale at all, so let’s get that out of the way right now. I think the phrase used in the synopsis – “most disturbing psychological thriller yet” – is more than apt.  And while I hate comparing books to “Gone Girl” – this is a book where nothing is as it seems. Because, holy twists and turns, Batman! This is one dark and fast ride. You think you know what’s going on? You’re probably wrong. And just when I thought I’d reached the end, I got the rug pulled out from under me. Bang. Dark, scary, creepily intense and wholly clever, I didn’t see any of it coming.