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So uh, I didn't re-read the jacket flap before I dove into this, which is to say that a fairly major plot element that's given away in the copy MAJORLY took me by surprise.

I’m on page 58 and we’ve already had some kind of spontaneous combustion event, a lot of disembodied voices, and a rustic with a strangely entrancing voice.

This is SO GOOD and so very creepy. I got up to pee after reading the first few chapters in the middle of the night, and I had to turn on the lights to check for creepy creatures before I went to bed.

I never re-read so soon after the first reading, but after re-reading the first two Locked Tomb books, I wanted to read this one again while they were fresh.

Had to return this to the library. I’ll come back to it!

I’ve lost this one in my bedroom somewhere...

This is making me want to be an art student in Stockholm in the 1930s.

I'm barely past the introduction and already in love with this book! Any author who casts his entire literary philosophy in relation to The Monster At the End of This Book is one to watch.

I kept reading references to this and then saw it was available for check out as an ebook, so I decided to finally read it. Interesting stuff!

The trouble with elegy
is that it asks the dead

to live, it calls them back.
& who am I to say rise?

Walk again among those
who could not bear

the sight of you? Your body.
Your one good dress.

Today, someone will walk into the night
& then become it. Someone’s heart

will crowd with beloved ghosts
& who am I to say, dance

with me here a little longer? Never mind
the bloodshed darling, never mind.

Never mind.

I uh, didn’t realize this was about a pandemic when I started it. We’ll see if I have the stomach to finish it right now.

"Johann learned what sort of creature he was by accident.
On day he slipped on a patch of ice. His ankle turned in the wrong direction and plunged him off a roof like a crow with a clipped wing. [...] He lay absolutely still for ten minutes, and then he stood up and wrenched his skull back into place.
'Well,' he said aloud. 'That was fucked up.'"

I'm about halfway through and this is SO GOOD. It's so beautifully written and just as much of a horror story as it should be. This is not only great literature, it's also so valuable as a rare depiction of relationship violence within a lesbian relationship.

I'm about halfway through this and I'm really digging Jamal Campbell's art!

I've been reading this out loud to my daughter per her request and holy cats, I'm learning so much about evolution! Did you know that crocodilians were once warm-blooded? And there were a lot of different crocodile ancestors that filled all kinds of habitat niches? I always thought that cold-bloodedness was somehow an indicator of a more primitive species, but NOPE.

Reading this out loud to C. We’re about twelve pages in...

I am REALLY enjoying this thus far -- the artwork is incredibly lively, and I love the work with panels. I dig the story, too.

Took me a while to get used to Young’s reading voice, but this is SO good.