Michael Barnes
T Kingfisher is one of those authors I have read and always been engaged by her work, never have I had a disappointment, she is one of my reliable to read authors who I haven't yet devoured her extensive bibliography as I like to keep her novels up my sleeve to perk up my reading.
This southern gothic horror novel masterfully pulls a quirky and genuinely likable protagonist Samantha Montgomery, a thirty-two-year-old post-doctoral scholar in archaeoentomology. She is introduced when the novel opens, where our protagonist is greeted by a vulture perched on their mailbox, keeping a close eye on the house.
Another reason I love Kingfishers work as it is significantly researched and I learned a lot along the way about Vultures, insect taxonomy, ladybugs and roses in fact the author acknowledges the book sprouted (sorry, not sorry) from her own complicated love-hate relationship with tending rose bushes.
The horror aspects of A House with Good Bones kick into overdrive in the last fifth of the book, drawing to while a predictable, but no way unsatisfying conclusion.
T Kingfisher is one of those authors I have read and always been engaged by her work, never have I had a disappointment, she is one of my reliable to read authors who I haven't yet devoured her extensive bibliography as I like to keep her novels up my sleeve to perk up my reading.
This southern gothic horror novel masterfully pulls a quirky and genuinely likable protagonist Samantha Montgomery, a thirty-two-year-old post-doctoral scholar in archaeoentomology. She is introduced when the novel opens, where our protagonist is greeted by a vulture perched on their mailbox, keeping a close eye on the house.
Another reason I love Kingfishers work as it is significantly researched and I learned a lot along the way about Vultures, insect taxonomy, ladybugs and roses in fact the author acknowledges the book sprouted (sorry, not sorry) from her own complicated love-hate relationship with tending rose bushes.
The horror aspects of A House with Good Bones kick into overdrive in the last fifth of the book, drawing to while a predictable, but no way unsatisfying conclusion.