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The Vile Thing We Created by Robert P. Ottone
5.0
The Vile Thing We Created is a book that doesn’t take any prisoners, leave hope all who enter here type vibes. Writing of the charts, Ottone makes think, feel and despair.
The Vile Thing We Created. Wow, just what can I say? It’s like an orgy between The Omen, Orphan and Insidious. I’m so glad I didn’t overlook this novel because it made me feel so many emotions. Hard hitting themes like postpartum depression, nearly ruined me, a topic close to my heart but handled with the utmost care and tact. The title was totally out there but it made so much sense, it gave me goosebumps.
Did I enjoy this book?
Do bears shit in the woods?
I know I batter on and on about indie horror, but this right here is the reason why I’m so passionate about it. The storytelling, the emotion, the fear. It’s a heady and propulsive mix that has me aching for more every time. Robert P. Ottone has a special skill. If you haven’t read any of his work, do it now. He finds the horror in everyday life, puts pressure on your fears and creates a hole in your psyche. Your fears become bigger, paranoia taking root within all your nerve endings and by the end of This Vile Thing We Created, I was sweating and aching from how hard I was clutching the book. I felt like I’d ran a marathon.
Now onto the actual book…I’ll admit I didn’t exactly know what I was going into with this one. I went in relatively blind. And I’m so very glad I did. I think it helped digest the story – I didn’t put any pressure on it. I just let it unfold in its own glorious time. I was rewarded with an exhilarating and terrifying read. There is horror and then there is horror. This was the latter. It has it all – fear, a compulsion to continue reading and questions, so many questions.
The prologue sealed the deal for me. My eyes nearly fell out of my head. You are plunged into the darkness and left there – there might be a way out, but you have to find it, the author refuses to make it easy for you.
Lola and Ian are made for each other. They have everything to feel fulfilled. Ian’s a teacher aiming for tenure and Lola is a self-employed baker. God, just reading about her culinary skills had me drooling. They go on vacation when they like, drink when they like and most importantly have sex when they like. But when their friendship circle dwindles due to them having babies, Lola and Ian decide that maybe they’re ready for that next step. They have their reservations, but they decide to bite the bullet anyway.
The descriptions of pregnancy and the darkness that can be felt by some mothers after a traumatic birth was expertly done. I found myself having to wipe a tear away after the depictions brought my own experiences back with a vengeance. Bravo, Mr. Ottone, my heart skipped a beat, not many novels can get those feelings so accurate. It isn’t always a picnic for mothers, some don’t have that insta love moment, and I’d love to see more authors bring light to the plight.
The Vile Thing We Created. Wow, just what can I say? It’s like an orgy between The Omen, Orphan and Insidious. I’m so glad I didn’t overlook this novel because it made me feel so many emotions. Hard hitting themes like postpartum depression, nearly ruined me, a topic close to my heart but handled with the utmost care and tact. The title was totally out there but it made so much sense, it gave me goosebumps.
Did I enjoy this book?
Do bears shit in the woods?
I know I batter on and on about indie horror, but this right here is the reason why I’m so passionate about it. The storytelling, the emotion, the fear. It’s a heady and propulsive mix that has me aching for more every time. Robert P. Ottone has a special skill. If you haven’t read any of his work, do it now. He finds the horror in everyday life, puts pressure on your fears and creates a hole in your psyche. Your fears become bigger, paranoia taking root within all your nerve endings and by the end of This Vile Thing We Created, I was sweating and aching from how hard I was clutching the book. I felt like I’d ran a marathon.
Now onto the actual book…I’ll admit I didn’t exactly know what I was going into with this one. I went in relatively blind. And I’m so very glad I did. I think it helped digest the story – I didn’t put any pressure on it. I just let it unfold in its own glorious time. I was rewarded with an exhilarating and terrifying read. There is horror and then there is horror. This was the latter. It has it all – fear, a compulsion to continue reading and questions, so many questions.
The prologue sealed the deal for me. My eyes nearly fell out of my head. You are plunged into the darkness and left there – there might be a way out, but you have to find it, the author refuses to make it easy for you.
Lola and Ian are made for each other. They have everything to feel fulfilled. Ian’s a teacher aiming for tenure and Lola is a self-employed baker. God, just reading about her culinary skills had me drooling. They go on vacation when they like, drink when they like and most importantly have sex when they like. But when their friendship circle dwindles due to them having babies, Lola and Ian decide that maybe they’re ready for that next step. They have their reservations, but they decide to bite the bullet anyway.
The descriptions of pregnancy and the darkness that can be felt by some mothers after a traumatic birth was expertly done. I found myself having to wipe a tear away after the depictions brought my own experiences back with a vengeance. Bravo, Mr. Ottone, my heart skipped a beat, not many novels can get those feelings so accurate. It isn’t always a picnic for mothers, some don’t have that insta love moment, and I’d love to see more authors bring light to the plight.