It’s 7:33 p.m. on a balmy summer evening in Northern California. I am about 25% into this book when the narrative creeps me out so thoroughly that I turned on every single light in my apartment (and it doesn’t get dark for another hour). For the remainder of the book I am captivated by the terrifying story and oscillate between abject horror of both the human and spiritual variety. Honestly I think I have like 8 highlights in my eARC that just have “NOPE” as a comment.
“So what do you think?”
Ralph peered over the river. “I think that’s the creepiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”
Same Ralph, same.