Would you believe that I hadn’t picked up a book to read or re-visit in several days? Instead, I spent my time walking, reflecting, enjoying my dogs and my sister’s visit. My sister will be here for a few weeks, but it has been really nice to spend this quality time with her. Since she lives in Idaho, this is a rare opportunity for us. Also, it has been wonderful appreciating the rain that finally came to our part of California these past few days.
And then, after those book-less days, I picked up this one.
How would I describe this story in one word?
Intense.
This is a complex and absorbing story of madness, love, and desperate acts with the Blue Ridge Mountains as a scenic backdrop. In Sullivan’s debut novel, she created a sense of Appalachian life, with its superstitions and beautifully described landscapes, along with some well-developed, life-like characters.
Especially with her lead protagonist, Annie, whose resilience shone through as she worked diligently to solve a supposedly unsolvable case.
Even if the book title doesn’t truly reflect the storyline, it still was edgy, dark, haunting, twisted, and a slow-burn with a skillful plot. And, in reference to the book title, if readers were looking for witches, they won’t find them here. Still, it is a character-driven mystery that will most likely appeal to those readers attracted to psychological thrillers.