A slow, moody novel about family lore, the ties that bind us and that we choose. This book tries to make a commentary about enmeshment and free will, about love, trauma, and need, but it all gets a bit muddy (pun intended). The ending and Percy's part leading to it where he

alludes to maybe having engaged in sexual activity or at least desiring with his undead bog mother

was particularly troubling.

It always takes me forever to get into these books, but once I'm in everything is so heartfelt. Maybe  I'll get it right with Human Rights. 😅

A story of sisters, with intertwining unreliable narrators.

This held up more than I expected for something written in 1992! The quality of the writing is above par for this genre and it was interesting to see how much slower-paced a mass market thriller could be back then. I have to knock it for the sleezy male gaze objectifying Darby. Finally, and this is the world's fault and not the book's fault, but the premise seems so tame for 2024 because political stakes have devolved so much.

Compelling and dark. A YA classic.

A sweet story, but unevenly paced.

A new classic.

A delightful caper. Stevenson is a master at making the meta supremely entertaining.

Entrancing and much more tender than I expected.