I’ve really enjoyed most of T. Kingfisher’s works so far, and I’ve been slowly exploring horror as a genre, so I was excited to give this one a try. I actually started reading at one point and then stopped for a while, not because I didn’t want to keep reading, but because I have three jobs and I’m going to grad school and I just haven’t had time for anything lately. I did come back to it, but eventually decided that I really wasn’t that into it. The horror part really fell flat - everything going on was definitely weird and supernatural, but it wasn’t all that scary or horrifying. And, honestly, it wasn’t all that interesting, either. I think it would be scary to actually be in that situation, but to read about it, it’s mostly just a little bit slow. I kept waiting for the actual horror bit to kick in, but though there were moments, it was lacking that sense of all-consuming dread that I was hoping for. It had potential, it just didn’t manage to keep up the atmosphere between the more intense moments.