This book is not for everyone;
maybe not even most.
I loved it,
but I have strange taste, and am open to stranger ideas. I have a friend who does taxidermy; and an
ex-wife who does marionettes, as well as dolls.
This is a British book about a troubled woman, who just may not be the
damsel in distress that she seems in the beginning of the story.
In fact, everyone in this tale is wacko crazy, but the reader is kept on
the hook hoping that at least one of the sociopaths has a redeeming quality, as
yet unraveled.
There’s lots
of well-researched trivia here, into all the aforementioned slightly obscure
areas of knowledge: dolls, puppets, taxidermy, theater of the absurd, haunted
houses, and sick psyches.
The writing is solid and captivating. It goes to the edges, but does not cross the
boundary into the improbable, nor unbelievable. It is a “can’t put it down” novel with
suspense and terror that tingles the spine.
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