What an awful read. Enticed by the first chapter, I can’t believe I saw this through. Characters were vapid at best and forgotten about at worst. Grammatical errors hurt the immersion for the entire book. While the colorful descriptions were nice to read, it did not take away from the absolute train wreck this was. There are so many taboos, like incest and inbreeding, and what could’ve been a great gothic horror was cheapened by stupid punchlines and lack of characterization. The main character, Barbara, goes through domestic violence at the hands of her husband, and he didn’t stop with her. There are mentions of abuse inflicted on her eldest daughter, Shannon, but these overall do not paint a picture that I think the author was trying to. They’re glimpses into parts of their character that are never explored. Mark, another main character, is supposed to be haunted by the memory of his “dead” friend Dewey that you meet in Chapter 1. The friend group responsible for this “death” is flippant and even able to crack jokes about it. Their characters fall completely flat and seem to almost lack empathy for this friend. Mark becomes a martyr for no reason, and Barbara’s character betrays herself by the end. The epilogue was disappointing, the twists were obvious and didn’t land how they were intended to, and overall I feel I only finished this book because of sunk-cost. I am so disappointed in this story and was hoping against hope it would get better. Instead of feeling immersed in the world, I know the soda orders of Barbara and her daughters. You barely even remember she has two.