Picked this book up for the Horror Aficionados Group Read February.
This is a chillingly Disturbing story that has nothing to do with the things that go BUMP in the night. No, it's the odd terror that comes when things go BUMP in the mind. And the most terrifying things are those that are left unsaid, that creep up at you from behind the printed lines, just hinted at and left for your own brain to chillingly realize.
“My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. I have often thought that with any luck at all, I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had. I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise. I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death-cup mushroom. Everyone else in our family is dead.”
I mean does that sound like a sane mind to you!??
There is a big big underline of agoraphobia In this story I personally felt so sorry for Constance. She knows, and she can't bring herself to do anything with the knowledge. And the villagers??! there just as messed up. Deeply weird little book.
This book got under my skin It's one of them books that you think about.
It left me with a ... But i wanted too!