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Where the Dead Wait by Ally Wilkes
5.0
“Don’t you sometimes feel as if you could eat the world?”
Well, that was the gayest cannibal adventure saga I’ll read all year…or was it? Chuck Tingle has another horror releasing soon so I shouldn’t count my chickens quite yet. Anyways, this fucking ruled. Papery prose delicately curls around a full-brutal arctic gothic horror story. Wilkes expertly drops the reader right in the middle of chaotic, nightmarish scenes that I certainly won’t forget any time soon. She deliberately leaves the reader a step behind the full truth, so when we finally catch up after battling multiple what-ifs and maybes, it’s still quite the shock. Ghosts, boats, and the hypothermic cold of love’s labors, lost.
For how much this story built up tension, brick by brick, the ending felt rather Dickensian. A disparagingly light-hearted conclusion to a severely dark novel feels inappropriate in a way, and sort of unsatisfying. I do suppose there’s something to be said for poetic justice but, in the way of men and gods…I digress.
4.5/5 I’ve got far too much meat on me to be tricked into going on any Arctic expeditions with my “friends.”
Well, that was the gayest cannibal adventure saga I’ll read all year…or was it? Chuck Tingle has another horror releasing soon so I shouldn’t count my chickens quite yet. Anyways, this fucking ruled. Papery prose delicately curls around a full-brutal arctic gothic horror story. Wilkes expertly drops the reader right in the middle of chaotic, nightmarish scenes that I certainly won’t forget any time soon. She deliberately leaves the reader a step behind the full truth, so when we finally catch up after battling multiple what-ifs and maybes, it’s still quite the shock. Ghosts, boats, and the hypothermic cold of love’s labors, lost.
For how much this story built up tension, brick by brick, the ending felt rather Dickensian. A disparagingly light-hearted conclusion to a severely dark novel feels inappropriate in a way, and sort of unsatisfying. I do suppose there’s something to be said for poetic justice but, in the way of men and gods…I digress.
4.5/5 I’ve got far too much meat on me to be tricked into going on any Arctic expeditions with my “friends.”