Crafting stories that are easily-digestible yet beautifully written and deceptively deep appears to be Gomez's specialty.
I mowed through this book, enjoying every carefully crafted bit of prose along the way. It felt familiar—inspired by stories and myths I recognize like old friends—yet twisted with novelty and freshness.
It’s a bittersweet tale in many senses. And it’s certain to worm into your heart, especially if you appreciate brooding spookiness—not frights so much, but the kind of moody atmosphere of late fall evenings.
My only sorrow is that it ended too soon. Suppose, I’ll have to start reading it over again. And again. And again.