I liked Mexican Gothic, but I did not love it. It is a deliciously gothic novel set in a creepy old mansion that may or may not be haunted, but the true horror in the novel is rooted in Mexico’s colonial history and eugenics. The novel takes a bizarre turn towards the end, but I just went with it because it does fit in with the themes of the novel.
I have read a couple of Sarah Waters’ books prior to Fingersmith: The Little Stranger, which I ended up hating, and The Paying Guests, which I found interesting, but was not overly excited about. Usually at that point, I would give up on Sarah Waters, but Fingersmith is well reviewed, and it sounded like an interesting story, so I decided to give her novels one more chance. I am glad that I read Fingersmith. If you like Charles Dickens, or if you like historical crime fiction, then you will like Fingersmith as well.
Dark Roads is inspired by the real-life Highway of Tears between Prince George and Prince Rupert where women have been going missing or were murdered since 1970; a disproportionately high number of the victims are Indigenous women. I was expecting Dark Roads to treat its subject matter with more sensitivity, but instead it is a sensationalistic thriller featuring a crooked cop which verges on the ridiculous. This novel left me feeling disappointed with myself for reading it.
If you like a good, old-fashioned mystery à la Agatha Christie, then you will like Anthony Horowitz’s novels, Magpie Murders and Moonflower Murders. The great thing about these novels is that each novel is two mystery stories in one book.
True Story has an intriguing premise, but I ended up not liking how it was executed. It is a novel about a teenage girl who is sexually assaulted by two teenage boys when she is passed out in the backseat of a car. The thing is, she does not remember anything of what happened to her, and the two boys who allegedly assaulted her insist they did not do it. So, what really happened?
I really need to stop buying books based on Reese Witherspoon’s recommendation alone, because every time I do that, I end up disappointed. But you cannot blame Reese Witherspoon for how deceiving the title, the cover and all the blurbs on The Sanatorium are. There is nothing gothic or thrilling about The Sanatorium. I wish this novel had been set in a decrepit, old sanatorium and had been a spooky, paranormal mystery. Instead, The Sanatorium is an insipid modern murder mystery with a not very convincing detective.
I really enjoy Brunonia Barry’s novels, The Lace Reader, The Map of True Places and The Fifth Petal. All three novels are set in and around Salem, Massachusetts, and are loosely interconnected by the characters that appear in each novel. Salem’s history of witches features prominently in the novels, but the novels do not lean too much into the occult or the mystic. As much as I do appreciate supernatural stories, I like that Barry’s novels are grounded in reality, so that when uncanny things do happen, they can be written off as coincidence. Barry’s novels focus on complicated relationships, and each one involves a protagonist who must confront the painful and traumatic events from their past. The Map of True Places is Barry’s second novel, but it is the third one that I have read. These novels do not have to be read in order to be appreciated, and they can each be appreciated on their own (meaning, this is not a series where you have to read each and every novel to understand what is going on).
Plain Bad Heroines by emily m. danforth is a mishmash of different genres: we’ve got supernatural horror, historical fiction, queer romance and a modern riff on fame and the movie industry. Plain Bad Heroines is also meta-fiction as it is about a book that sets off a chain of events in the past that are written about in a book in the present that is being turned into a movie. I can see why people would be drawn to this novel, because it does sound interesting on the face of it, but I would have liked it better if I had not been so annoyed by the narrative voice employed by the author and if it did not have such an abrupt ending.
I really enjoyed Stuart Turton’s first novel, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle. If you like murder mysteries, I highly recommend it. It is set in the 1920s at a country manor and is about a man who has eight days to solve the murder of Evelyn Hardcastle, the heiress of the family that owns the manor, the twist being that he wakes up each day in a different body of the guests and servants at manor. It is a highly original novel, which does take a strange turn towards the end, but it is still good. The Devil and the Dark Water is Turton’s second novel, and I had been looking forward to reading it. It is not as original as The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, but it is a worthy follow up.
Why oh why do I keep reading Ruth Ware? Because I hold on to the apparently futile hope that her novels will get better? The first Ruth Ware novel that I read was her first novel, In a Dark, Dark Wood, and I read it because Reese Witherspoon said to “Prepare to be scared… really scared!” I found it a little creepy, but not scary at all, and it was too predictable. The next Ruth Ware novel that I read was The Death of Mrs. Westaway. Again, it was predictable, but I really could not stand the protagonist, so I vowed to never waste my time on a Ruth Ware novel again. So why did I read One By One? Because my mom gave it to me and she said it was “good”, which is a glowing endorsement from my mother as she is the pickiest reader. One By One is a bit better than the other two novels that I have read, but it was still too easy predict the outcome.