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This is well written on a molecular level and physical manifestations of generational trauma can be successful narrative vehicles. But those things aside, I just don't understand Antigone's motivations so far. Is that the horror? The futility of trying to understand suicidal ideation in others?

The perspective in this book is fascinating.

You know when you can just tell when something is going to be special? This is going to be so special.

Every time I reread these books I think about how much I would love a series that follows Mrs. Rachel making her many many quilts and just ruthlessly gossiping about the people in Avonlea.

The genius of this book is how self assuredly and reasonably this woman makes the weirdest most unhinged observations and confessions. I cannot look away. I'm obsessed with how truly troubling and calmly visceral it all is.

LMFAO "Mrs. Abel, I muse, is a woman who has never held a penis." No notes.

Obligatory before the movie read.

I loved the first half of this and then it did a 180. Now I'm more or less just frustrated. But I'm also fascinated. I think I understand? But the need to be sure that I do in fact understand is what's keeping my interest.

Lab is annoying the heck out of me. I know there is a deeper thing happening. I know this is objectively a great story and a great book. But my hackles are just up so high from this high school mean girl masquerading as the nice girl manipulation vibe. I'm having to take very small bites. I don't want Amina to be subtle here. I want her to throw a damn punch.

Okay, I'm calling it. This is my confirmation that DCC is the exception and that Lit RPG is simply not for me. This book is well written and absolutely meant for somebody. That somebody just isn't me.

I fear I may DNF this? I'm gonna give it a bit longer.

I suspect this is supposed to be funny and satirical but I'm unsettled and horrified.

First, one of the pov characters being a fox in the woods looking in from the outside at the folk rituals conducted by the humans is brilliant. Second, I am once again troubled by how much I am team Weirdos from Withered Hill and do not care about the horrendous fate waiting for the outsiders. Old Hob wants a wife. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Not even a chapter in and this is already a five star reward in my opinion.

Okay, Kate's blunt and irreverent ruthlessness has won me over.

I want to like this but my attention is drifting. I've had to rewind multiple times. Which is wild considering she just found a whole human torso just chillin in the middle of the road.

Sometimes I love books that have been promoted as "cozy horror." Sometimes they read so formulaically whimsy that it almost feels condescending. My mission to find what works for me in this sub-genre continues.

Mal's obsession with self help books and manifesting and crypto and business ideas...I'm not gonna have an emotional response I'm meant to if this guys doesn't make it.

Everything through Paris had me sat and attentive. Then suddenly the momentum got all tangled up and I've been trying to fall back into the story ever since.

Oh good a city that lives in perfect harmony with a visible class system and everybody has nothing but sincere love for their queen. Nothing fishy to see here, folks.

A blazing hot tiny desert town that’s charmingly weird? A hippy burnout grandma who welcomes the runaway niece of her dead best friend and shows her how to grow beans and squash? Who comes offering cornbread and fresh eggs? And takes on desert spirits with her big ol shotgun? Man, I wanna be Grandma Billy so bad. Plus there is a good dog. Perfect vibes for San Diego’s 90 degree heatwave 🥴

Im having a lot of feelings about this. For the life of me, I could not tell you what those feelings are. There is so much happening on varying levels and I can’t tell if I love it or if it is overwhelming me.

God I hate a white woman victim complex. I am deeply annoyed by this story. I’m not sure if my reaction is an emotional response to good writing or just me being over having to read about good Christians in a small town. It’s torturous.

I support women’s wrongs.

Spoilers!!!

The devil wants to bang. The preacher’s 18 year old son wants to bang. Girl, this preacher sucks. Have a threesome with the Devil and this 18 year old. And have somebody tastefully capture it in oil pants on the chapel ceiling. (I hate this God hound and his wife an entirely healthy amount)

I don’t care if it’s not moral or that murder is wrong. If I was a witch and had some God hound up my asshole, I’d just disappear him. I have no time for this. Kill the guy. Put an end to his intimidation and threats and games. Get back to your garden. Bing bang boom.

Slow & warm but still holds threats of things to come. It’s like it’s inching towards a cliff while being blanketed in late summer. Big fan of the sensory details. I’m walking in old woods. I’m harvesting late summer crops in a backyard garden. I’m prepping beds for next season. If I make a pact with the devil will my own garden thrive like this? It’s tempting. Satan, gimme a call, homie. Let’s chat.

I’ve been waiting months for this book and it just so happened to release on a day I’m doing cleaning/organizational tasks at work and can really settle into the audiobook. It has absolutely bodied me in the best of ways. When I say I love folk horror/rural horror/western gothic, this is what I’m chasing. Specifically this.

I love Nemo’s optimism but get the feeling he’s also batshit crazy. I barely remember the movie as a kid. The things that stand out are the Whale of a Tale song (which is an absolute banger btw) and the scenes of the kelp forests. Also a bomb??? Curious to see where this goes and how those clips fit into the book plot. The intro by Bradbury compared Nemo to Ahab. Soooo my money is on CRAZY.

Into The Drowning Deep is my #1 book of the year so far. Time to experience the horrific event that started it all. 🤘🏻