Malorie

Birdbox was amazing. The sequel was almost as good.

The horrors were more psychological in this one, and you get to deal with the added bonus that is teen angst and anxious parenting (both with good reason). This diluted the experience quite a bit for me as it made it more of a YA novel than a thriller.

The book tied up the teen angst sufficiently well but it left me aching for the mother (and the kids) for what she put herself through and what she had to put the kids through. But she helped them survive all those years so maybe it was all worth it.

Turns out insanity is not just something the insane undergo. It might very well be a human trait.

(Not in the literal sense, please put down your pitchforks).