- Laurel Hightower
- November 23, 2020
- Linda Jones
It’s difficult, to sum up how I feel about this book. It reminds me of a short story I don’t remember the name of, and a novella I reviewed. I’m starting to wonder if this is a genre nobody told me about.
The reason I bringing up these other two stories is that they had me wondering the entire time I was listening if this was all in the protagonist’s head. It seems to be a running theme in these types of stories. The protagonist sees or thinks she sees the lost loved one. And you as the reader spend the entire story wondering if it’s in their head or not, with a compelling case to be made either way. In this instance, it’s a bit more clear at the end, so it doesn’t leave you guessing.
The thought that kept crossing my mind as I was listening to this was “This book is fuckin’ cursed.” hahahahaha It’s got aspects of body horror, which I love. The character speaks of suicide and death often, so it’s not a story for people who are squeamish. It’s wicked, it’s twisted and demented. It’s a fun time for people with a warped sense of entertainment.
The audio narration was excellent. I didn’t note a single issue while listening, which is rare for me. It was a breath of fresh air, with so many audio narrators being lackluster at best.