Mapping the Interior

This is my third reading of Stephen Graham Jones, and I've yet to warm to his writing style.

This was a hauntingly beautiful story about intergenerational trauma and how cyclical neglect can be. The horror elements weren't really “horrifying” in the traditional sense, but the overall mood of the story is tense and dreary. I had to take a deep breath at the end because I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath during the final section.

There's definite creep, definite sadness. The ending is nicely tragic.

This was weird