I have to admit, as much as I liked Mexican Gothic, I preferred this. It was just creepier - I stopped reading forty pages from the end because it was the middle of the night and I was about to give myself nightmares. It didn't work; I had them anyway, and then I still had to read the rest of the horrific thing in the morning! I do enjoy fungal horror, there's something so weird and compelling about it. I think because I'm always so tempted to leave the fungus alive... there's always part of me that wants to see it go on and take over the world and fill it with mushrooms. 

I had mushrooms for dinner last night. Thematic, but it probably didn't help with those dreams of consumption and all.

I will say, on a minor note, while reading I thought a drinking game could probably be made for all the times that Easton says "Christ's blood!" I went back afterwards and counted. You'd have nine drinks by the end of the novella. It felt like more.