
Review copy provided by Da Capo Press
Imagine your life, and the people that cycle in and out of it, and back again. Your soul constellation. We all have them, but on the biggest stages with the biggest names of the 1990s, this idea seems grand, mythical, and mysterious.
This memoir helped me turn inward and see my own lives (because there have been several) and loves in the same way. A little bit of self-mythologizing will take you far.
Review copy provided by Tor Books
Around a third of the way into this book, I found myself wondering when something, anything, was going to happen. It wasn’t for another hundred or so pages that I realized that, like Celia, Kindred Cove had been wearing down my defenses since the beginning.
Midsommar, without Ari Aster’s lack of empathy; human and haunting.
Review copy provided by Penguin Press
Subtle, patient, sometimes difficult, plain yet beguiling, and unflinchingly dark. Just when (as the book describes it) the “hubris of youth” becomes a little much, the claustrophobia of proximity to a completely unlikable protagonist gives way to another, more mature, creeping dread that knocked me down completely. Honestly, this book is kind of unmissable.