My first thought on finishing this book was "crikey, that was a hot mess" 😬, but it's lonely on outlier island so I gave myself a week to think it over and nope, it's still a hot mess. I wanted to love it - oh that gorgeous cover, that tantalizing premise - but no, it was not to be. I did like the theme that there can be different kinds of monster, some more obvious than others, but sadly I felt nothing for the characters except frustration. The stifling atmosphere was nicely done but I never fully bought into the creepy bits, I felt sort of detached. I also found the story incredibly slow, filled with sooo much of the main character's dark musings (don't get me wrong, I'm absolutely here for the dark musings - endless, repetitive ones not so much), pointless uninteresting filler - at one point Vera deliberately drives 1½ hours to a bar, takes an instant dislike to the barman, and the minute her drink arrives leaves and drives home again. And as for the bonkers ending, what the hell was all that about? 😶 I'm a massive fan of supernatural stories and know they require great suspension of disbelief, but this was really stretching it, absurd even for a story of this kind, comedic almost. I previously read The Echo Wife by the same author and felt similarly underwhelmed. Oddly I did love the acknowledgements, kind of different and moving. Take my review with a pinch of salt however, don't let it put you off, I'm thinking I must've read it wrong as just about every other reviewer loved it, I only wish I felt the same. Perhaps Sarah Gailey just isn't for me 🤷♀️, a regretful 2 stars.