This felt like the literary equivalent of putting on a flannel shirt, lying on old carpet, and listening to Nirvana with your eyes closed. It is so evocative of 90s grunge that it's hard to enjoy in 2020 (though I admittedly suspect I am just too young to have this grunge nostalgia).

The stories themselves are just interesting enough to keep you going, but not interesting enough to make you care or even think about them much after you've finished one. It was all very bland and ethereal. The first few stories seemed very focused on are fey folk real or are they not, which was kind of interesting, but then you realize they are definitely real but you aren't going to learn anything more about them, and that was so disappointing to me. The stories lacked any kind of substance.