Starling House

two people with martyr complexes as big as houses stubbornly rescue each other repeatedly. maybe its a little too repeated, maybe it drags, maybe the moments of emphasis on the beauty and the beast of it all missed for me. but there's just no world where a book that has a two for the price of one sale on fucked up ppl w martyr complexes doesn't hit like hell for me. bonus points for raising a sibling in the absence of a parent, that's a lovely delicacy that i have such a taste for!