Adelaide comes to Ashthorne, a manor home converted into a convalescence ward in the aftermath of WWI, in order to work as a nurse, find a place for herself, and make a difference. It soon becomes clear to her that the Ashthorne family, patients, doctors, and nurses are not the only beings inhabiting the house. A sinister presence lurks amongst them, always watching and always waiting. Adelaide must come to terms with this mystery, the difficult work caring for the shell shocked and physically injured soldiers, whilst fighting her deepening attraction to Miss Evelyn Ashthorne, daughter of the house.
Overall, while there were aspects that I certainly enjoyed, it was a bit of a disappointing read. I enjoyed the representation of a sapphic relationship and how difficult this was to navigate in the early 20th century, but I wasn't a fan of the instalove between Adelaide and Evelyn. I feel that for the build up to discovering what was truly happening, the pay off could have been greater. And while there were some great ideas and cool quotes that captured the atmosphere and story, the writing style was quite abrupt and could have been more fleshed out.
As I said, there were definitely things here that I enjoyed. While I didn't feel particularly strongly about either Adelaide or Evelyn, I thought that their relationship was a good one, despite my hang ups about how quickly they fell in love. Through their relationship we got a brief glimpse into the difficulties that lesbians faced post WWI. There was prejudice, the possibility of being disowned by your family, fired by your job, and falling into a relationship with a man just to maintain appearances. Of course, we can also consider the current world we live in, where many lesbians still face these difficulties. Some things have changed, and some unfortunately have not. Either way, this relationship was an important one that I am glad I was able to observe.
One character that I was very fond of was Charlie, one of the soldiers in recovery at Ashthorne. He was the only one we got to know, but I am glad that we did. He had been injured of course, having lost an eye and other parts of his face, alongside other injuries. He also, as with his fellow soldiers, suffered through shell shock, or as we generally know it today, PTSD. Again, I feel like this was an important aspect to be able to focus on. There is a lot of media out there that glorifies the World Wars, and while I have nothing against these books and movies, I certainly prefer it when the consequences, when life after battle, are featured. Here it was a central theme. So that was something I appreciated.
I can't say too much about the plot, as always, I don't want to spoil you. But I did come away feeling a tad disappointed. There was a big lead up to what was actually occurring at Ashthorne, and in the surrounding village, only for the situation to be resolved rather quickly and relatively easily. The ending could have been really good, if only things had unfolded differently.
Speaking of plot, I feel as if I should mention how it occurred in a mechanical way, if that makes sense. As I was reading, I was having some troubles with the writing, but couldn't put my finger on exactly what was wrong. Eventually I realised that the biggest issue for me was that it felt very much like a second draft. The basic structure was there, all the plot points present, but it felt as if it were the skeleton of the actual story. It needed to be more fleshed out, and I think then it would have been a much better story. Related to it feeling like a draft, there were a lot of moments of telling not showing. I know that this is touted a lot in critical reviews, but it is important, and due to this, there was a lack of tension and emotion in much of the writing. Which in turn made it difficult to relate to the characters as much as I could have.
Having said that, there were several quotes that I really enjoyed. Given that Ashthorne was written by a debut author, having previously contributed to anthologies, but never having written her own longer book, and with those glimpses of brilliance, I do have high hopes for April Yates' future works, and I hope to be able to read them and watch her flourish as a writer.
In the end, while I definitely had issues with Ashthorne, as outlined above, I am glad that I read it. I love supporting indie horror fiction, and I do believe that the author has a great deal of potential. So, if you too want to support indie horror, or maybe are newer to the genre, I believe that this could be the book for you. And as I said, I can't wait to see the author grow in the future.
I received an advance review copy for free, and I am leaving this review voluntarily.