Who the hell was Heather, why did we have so many instances of the main character wondering who had reported the monsters if it wasn’t going to be relevant and why the hell were some of the characters here written to be so unbelievably stupid. I didn’t hate this, it was very readable (I finished it in a day), but much like the snowy mountainous setting, it left me cold. I would’ve preferred if it spent more time boiling us slowly in the domestic horror, keeping the monster on the periphery and building up the tension until something was forced to snap. I would’ve at least liked to see the main character make an escape attempt by herself before she got rescued by random strangers, even if the attempt failed. It could’ve added some heightened anxiety and horror, which this book was mostly lacking due to its breakneck speed and the vagueness of the supernatural threat. Though there were some impactful scenes, they were not allowed any room to breathe and permeate. The supernatural horror and the horrors the protagonist experienced at the hands of her husband were completely detached from each other, and the creature apparently materialized from nowhere (there was also no explanation for its sudden appearance) just in time to be convenient to the plot. Overall, a very predictable, sometimes frustrating book that couldn’t live up to a fantastic premise.