I think I’ve mentioned my love of horror. And my difficulty in finding my kind of horror. Well, Kingfisher has done it again. I don’t think I can bear to finish this one, but I know I can’t bear to not finish it.
The balance between perfectly normal, ordinary life and the twisted abyss of fear is masterful. I would call it New Age Gothic. Her last book, The Twisted Ones (which I highly recommend!), was called folk-horror and that fits too.
The setting is just as important as the character development, as important as the internal dialogue, as important as what we’re afraid of. It’s the kind of story that lingers. That sneaks out from behind everything else you need to be focused on and sucks you back in.
I keep walking away, unable to control the wild anxiety of endless possibilities because who knows where this story is going. The last novel was so unexpected and yet totally felt grounded in plausibility. This one is similar, and I really have no idea how this story will unfold. I love it!
So, of course, I return, only a few tasks or distractions later, and hungrily read on for the next twist. There is still half of the book left and I’m already looking at shadows and moving lights differently. Seriously. I’m freaked out by shadows. Again.
If you’re into a more sensory horror experience that brings the ancient fears into our modern lives, Kingfisher delivers. A true horror story that will keep you company long after you finish the last page.
Back to it. I can’t wait to see what’s in store! Happy reading!
The Accidental Domestic Goddess 