I'mma start off with saying that I genuinely love that indigenous horror is having a moment, and that it's long overdue.

I am not even sure I remember requesting Green Fuse Burning on NetGalley, and since I'm not really reading blurbs, all I was going on was a cover that looked like it might have some sporror elements (which are really only second to zombies and cannibals in my book). 

What I was not expecting was an exploration of trauma and grief through an artist's lens (with, yes, some mild sporror thrown in for flavour). I cried multiple times during the two hours it took to read this, and had to keep putting it down for days at a time bc I was really struggling to process how it made me feel. 

I highlighted several passages that I will never share bc they are too personal and felt like something I might have written myself. 

More like this, please.