I wanted to like this SO MUCH.
I received this book as an ARC, and I loved the premise.
However.
The pacing made it painful to get through. It was more about family trauma than horror, and some of the writing made it difficult to focus. Such as when a main character who never lived in Texas seemed to have trouble with temperature from living in Texas. Or when someone "wreathed on the floor"... they were so traumatized that they made festive decorations? A domino was "ajar" rather than "askew", and a WORD rasped from someone, rather than someone rasping the word? I'm all for poetic use of language, but these are just some of the instances that brought me out of the narration.
It was difficult to care about the characters, or believe in the surreal passage of time. Again, I like the idea. White people dabbling in mythologies they don't understand is a classic trope. But this was a challenge to finish.