Lucky Girl, How I Became A Horror Writer: A Krampus Story by M. Rickert

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


I read my library's copy of this book. I'm only just now dipping a tentative toe into the horror genre, and this was horror of the best kind: horror rooted in loss, longing, and regret There's a lot here, including a few unexpected twists, and I'm still not sure how Rickert fit it all in, but you'll be glad she did. By "you," I mean . . . well, you know who you are. You've had enough of the Christmas festivities. You long to slip off into the woods or maybe hide behind the Christmas tree, your hands over your ears, your head tucked to your chest. If neither of those options are available, the book is small enough that you can hide it under your sweater on the way to the bathroom. No will guess that you're reading in there. Enjoy! My favorite character: Jovy. Favorite passage: "The three of us, Adrienne, Grayson, and I, answered in unison, "India," which was not such a funny thing, but we laughed, which seemed to elevate the mood. Well, that and the old man refilling our glasses with quivering stealth." (I've taken one star off because there are a lot of very long sentences--the kind I like to write but have been told time and time again that I shouldn't. So there!)



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