…or is it just me?
A few years ago, my sister and I were on separate shopping trips. We both saw a book we thought the other would like and bought a copy. The book turned out to be exactly the same book, The Birthing House by Christopher Ransom.
Just look at the image from inside the cover. On paper this book ticks every box for me of what a horror book should be. I mean just LOOK at it. Women, a gothic house, Victoriana…etc. However the book just didn’t excite me. It was ok, I didn’t hate it. But I didn’t love it and I really, REALLY wanted to love it.
So it went to the charity shop. Every time I have passed a second-hand book shop since and seen a copy of the book I have picked it up, thought “gosh this looks like it should be so good” and resisted.
No more. I have re-purchased The Birthing House (I know, I know) to re-read and see if I love it this time around. Fickle, fickle, fickle.
And of course because I am never content with one book obviously, I have also purchased The Orphan by the same author.