Once more, I am delightfully creeped out by a T. Kingfisher book. Maybe a little more on the creeped out side than delighted this time around, but I’m counting that as a good thing in a horror book.

I’ll say again that I am a horror lightweight, so your mileage may vary, but I personally found this to be wildly imaginative and horrifying in all the right places, even more so because the author understood how and when to juxtapose those moments with spaces that were supposed to be quiet an...