Harrowgate

It's interesting to me how so many books tagged as “horror” really should just be tagged as “grief”. It goes without saying that one of the things human fear the most is death, but it can also be said the one thing we fear more than our own death is the death of a partner or a child.

What maybe could have been a terrifying story is mostly just an incredibly sad story of how Michael processes his unimaginable grief. The story starts out almost immediately with the knowledge that there is something wrong with Sarah, but there are so many curious holes in the story that somehow, though maybe important, just don't seem to matter as you continue.

Greta ends up being more annoying than creepy and we never really get to find out what she is so that was a bit unsatisfying, but nonetheless, this was a beautiful, though sad book.