I do love ocean-based horror. Admittedly, the ocean horror I've previously come across is more concerned with sharks than with curses, but there's just something so potentially disturbing about water in horror narratives, particularly when it's imbued with malevolence. Partially, it's because water is just so necessary to life, and partially it's because it floods and seeps and is just generally difficult to get away from. In the case of this book, it's also almost infectious, in that the people who are killed by it, and whose bodies are corrupted by it, act as if they're zombies, shambling around and infecting other people with spurts of absolute violence. It's great. Not for the people being attacked and drowned, of course, but this is the kind of weird, creepy stuff I like to read so it's good for me if not for them.

I do think that the end is a little abrupt, and that the origin and resurrection of the curse could have been fleshed out a little more. Weird and creepy counts for a lot with me, though, so on balance these small issues don't bother me that much.