As with a couple of other books I’ve bought lately, I started reading this book and then started wondering more why on Earth I’d bought it. But this time around I remembered! I read Robin Hobb’s review and though that this sounded like a diverting read. Even though she says “I consider Cherie Priest a friend of years. I don’t think that influences my review.”
But oh my god it’s so awful. On a sentence by sentence basis, it’s just the absolute worst. Even so, I hoped it would pick up, and I soldiered on for 25 pages, but the action is perhaps even more annoying than the prose, and I know how unlikely that sounds.
So I gave up.
The Drowning House (2024) by Cherie Priest (buy new, buy used, 3.43 on Goodreads)