I don't know where to start with this one. I'd been hoping it would at least be interesting when it was listed in a Fangoria teletype email, especially given it looks to be self-published, but this was a slog the entire way through. None of the characters are compelling people, and the only tolerable ones are a cabal of old jazz musicians who function more as points of exposition facilitation to keep the plot moving. The plot and the entire structure of the book itself is some of the most lukewarm writing imaginable, and it's forced along by the most miserable characters in existence. Not to mention, even though the supernatural element of the horror could have been interesting, the entire thing really was overshadowed by the cheating spouse plotline. Anyone who has been following my reviews has probably become familiar with this particular grievance of mine by now, but I'm perpetually sick and tired of horror and thriller novel plotlines that involve a cheating spouse being crucial to the mess unfolding. It's old, and furthermore, here it has the strength and consistency of undercooked eggs. I can't even continue the review past this point because the more I think about this, the angrier I'm going to get, so I'm leaving it here with the final note: don't waste your time with this one.
[EDIT: Actually no, one last thing. If you read this, the character of Micah is said to be five years old. Potocki seems to want to set Micah up as being more knowing and intentional and intelligent than his age in a way that feels like she's trying to have him parallel Danny Torrence from "The Shining", but Micah's vocabulary throws this out of alignment. While I already take issue with the fact she always writes his dialogue with a pronounced lisp in a way that feels ableist, it goes beyond that. His vocabulary and diction and linguistic development all feel like he should only be two or three years old. He doesn't talk like a five-year-old, he talks like a toddler. And I'm tired of that too.]