What Feasts at Night

What Feasts at Night was written by my all-time favorite author, T. Kingfisher. I adore her work. I've never read a bad book written by her, really. But despite saying that, What Feasts at Night fell a little short for me. While I adored the first book, What Moves the Dead, the sequel just didn't feel quite as horrifying or shoot pure terror down my spine. I don't think I had a proper scare the whole novella. It felt removed from reality – I didn't believe any of the things that were happening. Not the same way I did while reading What Moves the Dead.

What Feasts at Night feels rather more like a regular old ghost story. Two dimensional. The ghost at the center of the book was original (as far as I know) but the threat she posed never felt particularly lethal. And don't mistake me - there was Kingfisher's usual wit and humor in the text, of course, but this book just felt like it was missing something for me. I'm not even sure what it IS missing, but there's a distinct lack of something.

So, while I still enjoyed it, I think I'm going to give this one 3.5 stars. Not up to Kingfisher's usual work for me.