Ceraphina
This has me at a lost for words.
It was so dark. Not in a typical extreme horror kind of a way, and nothing directly in your face. It's an appreciative kind of darkness. The darkness found in isolation, darkness in the unknowing. Like being alone in a giant mansion
I think of this book often too. It really stuck with me. I didn't mind the ending as everything else had became so weird anyways.
There's a lot to love in this novel for me. I enjoyed the writing style and the time period it was set in, with great atmosphere. The story itself is slow moving. It's one of those books that I couldn't tell you truly what the point of it is but something really clicked in me with this.
As I reflect on this book it's like my head is empty - while reading this, that wasn't the case - and there is an audience out there to enjoy a retelling like this one, but there wasn't enough sustenance for me to sink my teeth into.
Lesbian western involving books as a plot piece. Some parts I still think of but otherwise this was a flop.
Excellent and appealing snippets in here - however, I was left wanting quite more.
A novel where as soon as it was finished, I was itching to reread it all over again.
Slow, precise... A perfect book for those who love characters and exploring their depths.
There's a scene in this novel that I think about quite frequently. I was cringing inwards with great discomfort when reading it. That's praiseworthy for me. But what makes this book quite a bit more special is our main character and how humor was incorporated in the horror parts. I loved this book so much I even convinced my non-reader partner to read it as well. I just couldn't shut up about it to be honest.
Really great elements of a bit of everything. But maybe not for everyone.
LaCour's writing is so easy for me to love, even if the overall story isn't my favorite. This was quietly sweet.
Seriously such a great book. I loved the wittiness, the mystery, our main characters. All of it. I found no flaws.
So sassy and whip smart. Reminded me of Luckiest Girl Alive (in tone) which is an all time favorite of mine.
I couldn't get into this. Stories about obvious neglectful parents drive me up a wall.
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3 to 4 stars. The writing is great and Henderson added beautiful atmosphere. But I so badly wanted her to go “bad” at the end instead of saving a bunch of old christian men. Why is there next to no novels where a woman finds out about the evil witches and joins them instead of working on stopping them?
Andy Weir is a one trick pony for the Adam Sandler main characters (not rly sure why he's in the position he's in (as in, how tf did he get this job), memory loss, slightly or mostly misogynistic, uses humor to a nauseating degree) in his book the Martian and based off of reviews is exactly the same as PHM. I think he's trying to get out of it with a couple of these other books like Artemis and Randomize but he just unfortunately fails. This just wasn't great.
this was bland, disappointing, and a poorly written book - I wanted “rear window meets get out” per the blurb NOT whatever this was lol
This is a delicious amount of fucked up.
Propulsive and terrifying, I couldn't put it down once I started.