This book knocked me sideways, and not so much with the plot— which is awesome, by the way— as with the words, and the way he told this story, and the characters in its pages. Just when I thought the southern lit I’ve read lately was disappearing up its own ass, here is how to do a distinct voice that is clear and sharp and so thoroughly FUN while thoroughly creeping me out. Nothing creeps me out. This book creeped me out. I’m tickled pink.
Buehlman has some talent. I wanted to read it again while I was still reading it. I returned it to the library and bought the book for myself.
New favorite horror / southern gothic / thriller of this year. I would tone down the praise, but I only picked it up because someone else hyped it like crazy, so I at least owe it the same.
When I was through, Buster nodded, sorting through it all in the no-man’s-land between belief and disbelief.