A House With Good Bones

They say you can't go home again, but of course you can. It's just that when you get there, somebody may have repainted and changed the fixtures around.

A little Southern gothic, a little folk horror, and a whole lotta heart. T. Kingfisher has truly become one of my favorite authors of all time, and this might be my favorite book of hers I've read so far. A House with Good Bones is equal parts dark and twisty + hilarious and charming, with a main character that has stuck with me so much that I doubt a week goes by without thinking of her (which is saying something, since I'm writing this review 6 months after reading the book).

She had on leopard-print leggings and an oversized T-shirt that read OREGON: FIFTY MILLION BANANA SLUGS CAN'T BE WRONG.

“Vultures are extremely sensitive to the dead. Particularly when the dead are doing things they shouldn't be.”

A House with Good Bones

loved

I could hop into an ER carrying my severed leg and squirting blood from the stump and the doctor would congratulate me on having dropped all that leg weight and tell me to keep up the good work.

If you like gothic horror that will make you laugh and smile just as much as it will creep you out, I can't recommend this one highly enough.

I read a final copy I purchased myself, but for the sake of disclosure, I was also sent an early review copy by the author/publisher. All thoughts are honest and my own.

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Content warnings

racism, fat-shaming, verbal and emotional abuse (all previous CWs are challenged in-text), insects, cannibalism, violence, brief gore