A chilling tale.
I'm not sure what I expected when I started this book, but what I got wasn't that. I got so much more.
Synopsis:
The story opens Texas with Jasper waking up from a dream and setting an eery stage for what follows. And what follows is a time jump back to the Civil War where we meet Marty Tomball, a confederate soldier from Texas, and Jasper's ancestor. And it's there that we learn how one person's decision can impact the lives of every generation to come.
Once we return to the present day, Tindol holds no punches, and it barely lets you come up for air as you watch the terrifying events unfold for Jasper and his sister Autumn, as the temperatures drop and Jasper's house grows colder and colder by the minute. Because once Mother Cold comes for you, you can't escape.
Review:
The number of times I had to set this book down and walk away was unprecedented, whether it be from frustration at a characters decision or because I needed time to process what I just read, or because Mother Cold creeped me out. But I was so deeply invested that I found myself having an emotional connection to these characters that I haven't experienced in a while. And had I not been reading it on my phone, I may have thrown the book a few times in frustration.
And I'm not sure what was more terrifying - Mother Cold, herself, or Jasper's downward spiral as he seemed to further unravel bit by bit. Jasper, whose marriage has recently fallen apart, seems to be slowly unraveling as the story progresses. The only one of the two siblings who believes the generational curse, he is convinced Mother Cold is coming for him and Autumn. And the more apparent that becomes, the more manic Jasper gets.
Mother Cold is absolutely terrifying in every way, and I am here for every minute of it. From the first time we meet her till the last time we see her, I want more of her. Whether she is a figment of Tindol's imagination, concocted souly for this novel, or based in folklore, she makes me want to do a deep dive and learn more about her. I LOVE a scary entity that does this for me. The last one I felt this viscerally about was in Cursed, by Leigh Kenney. The way Tindol describes her works to create a vivid picture in the mind's eye that is both enthralling and terrifying. The final scene we see Mother Cold in is absolutely terrifying.
Folk horror is my absolute favorite subgenre of horror. This is folk horror at its finest. The unrelenting entity, the dark side of nature, a story passed down through the generations.
A Little Anectdote:
And, ironically, during my reading of this story, some peculiar things happened, things that made me question whether Mother Cold was coming for me in this Tennessee sumer heat. LOL. While reading this story, we had our AC services, so our house naturally got colder as a result, but then the hot water heater went out, resulting in ice-cold showers for a few days. I also injured my knee, where I had to apply (you guessed it) ice to help reduce swelling. The timing of these events was comically ironic given my reading material.