This book is a haunting depiction of a woman consumed by grief whose inability to move forward (or her failed attempts to) with her son culminate in monstrous horror. I think this book succeeds so well at depicting the rumination and spirals that happen with grief. Unfortunately its success is also its failure. The novella is very short and so the large focus on those spirals makes the book feel repetitive and the ending feel very disconnected and abrupt. 

There is not enough fleshing out of the relationships or any other plot points outside of the grief to orient the reader to the world or really give any interest into wanting the character to succeed. I genuinely didn’t care what happened to a single person in the book because you learn nothing except they are grieving. There is no sense of their life before the death and no indication of what has bappened in the time since.