In this delectable and diabolical Christmas novella, Maisie daydreams about her boyfriend, Luke’s, proposal, as she cooks the sweetest Christmas cookies; however—after he gets home from dealing with a last minute work matter—a very short evening that was meant to be filled with comfort food and romance takes an odd turn when an elderly woman walks right into their home, and accuses them of violating her abode. Things quickly go from strange to outright macabre in this twisted holiday tale, where some characters aren’t as innocent as they seem, and others never see their misfortune coming.
Although this novella reminded me of The Gift by Freida McFadden at first, the plot twists didn’t prove my first impression true in the slightest; in fact, this novel mirrored tropes presented in The Christmas Guest by Peter Swanson (including an unexpected perspective change). Furthermore, I really loved how Amy Tackett established dreams, hopes, and backgrounds for her protagonists while vaguely presenting the antagonists and their motivations. As always, Tackett aimed to write a horror novella, and she went above and beyond with this Christmas dream. Last year, she ended all of my positive notions regarding nativity scenes, and this year . . . well, I’m not sure I’ll ever want to think about chestnuts roasting on an open fire again.