I enjoyed this, but not as much as the first. The horror and the generational trauma is as sharply observed as it was in the first book, and Jones is always a compelling writer. It's the slasher of it all that prevents me from liking it more. As I said in my review of the previous volume: much as I love horror, slashers are my least favourite iteration. By the end here, with the bodies and the melodrama and the elk, I'd stopped feeling horrified and had just started grimly waiting for the next violent detail. Elements kept piling up and piling up, and while I can appreciate this as the genuinely effective and knowledgeable reflection of slasher films that it is, by the end it was all a bit overstuffed for me, I think.