Hating him isn't enough, I need to kill the fictional character George Wickham in real life with my own two hands.

Beautifully written, gut wrenchingly painful, all that is bittersweet. As a lover of Austen and Pride & Prejudice I loved how this book hurt my feelings by showing the darker sides of my most beloved comfort characters. I cannot recommend this gritty and honest look at all the pain and labor that goes on just out of view in every celebrated regency romance.

Insane, revolting, and one of the best horror novels you'll ever pick up. This book finally pulls off the woman-goes-feral/I support women's wrongs/weird girl/eat the patriarchy vibes so many books try and fail to achieve. I appreciate how it addresses and draws attention to the ways in which patriarchy traps smart women, and how some of these tradwives definitely know their anti-science trends are lies, but popularize conspiracies because they want to fit in. To be a part of the club, they all must speak the same lingo.

I don't usually read horror (I'm easily scared). In terms of scariness, this book was unexpected. The beginning was quite scary to me, but it is true that there is no greater fear than the fear of the unknown. The book is written in such a way that my emotions or fears were closely aligned with Camille's. Even as the gore and body horror ramps up, once certain reveals are made, and Camille is no longer frightened by not knowing the creature, the scariness drastically decreased.

I LOVE the creature, by the way. It offers a stark contrast to the conditions of Camille's marriage that feel very necessary to the central themes of the book.

I only wish poor Renee were treated with a bit more sympathy. As someone pointed out in the forum, she's a victim of the system we cheered for Camille breaking free from.