I bought this book because I’d heard so many good things about it, even though the words “dark” and “creepy” were used many, many times in the descriptions that I read. In fact, that’s what kept me from reading it right away. I have to say, now that I’ve finished the book, that it was a dark and creepy story, and not one that I would want to revisit anytime soon.
The author is an extremely talented writer, and the main character of the novel, Camille, was flawed and interesting. Camille was a reporter who traveled from Chicago to her home town in Missouri to cover a story about two young girls who went missing. And it was easy to understand why she never went back to her hometown—that was one screwed-up place. And the story of her family just got worse and worse. At first, it was hard to understand why she would stay so far away from her family, and then it was hard to understand why she didn’t stay further away.
I thought the author had a lot of interesting things to say about family and beauty and love. But the book was so relentlessly dark that I was just glad to be done with it. It really kept my interest, though after I finished it I didn’t even want it in my house anymore.
