Well that was freakishly DISTURBING.
I am all the disturbed. And this is ME, the self-confessed-horror-hater because I never get scared by it! Okay I wasn’t scared while reading The Women in the Walls and I’m still not trembling in my boots — but I finished the book with a look on my face kind of resembling PERPLEXED HORROR. And I think that’s a good thing! Yay horror that is actually horrible!
However, I’m not flailing about in the streets because I felt the writing was lacking. But we’ll get to that later because clearly now is list time. And then directly after this, I shall devour a hot chocolate and soft marshmallows and have someone gently pet my head and say “DON’T WORRY CAIT THERE’S NOTHING BUSTING OUT OF YOUR WALLS TO MURDER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.” I need some assurance. #ImNotFreakedAtAll
- It’s very creepy, especially at the end. Like the beginning is about as thrilling as a cheeseless pizza. But then the END….oh yes. LET’S ALL FREAK OUT COMPANIONABLY TOGETHER.
- The cast was like 98% women. Well, hello there, this was awesome. Sure they were all psychopaths, but don’t let that put you off.
- THERE WERE SOME REALLY GROSS SCENES. And yes this is a positive! You don’t want to pick up a horror and have people cleaning up nicely after themselves with no random rotting body parts lying around, do you??? NO. YOU WANT THE GROSS STUFF. There’s ancient teeth and blood and tombs and other things that’ll totally make you want to lie down for a moment.
- Lucy did have some moments of awesomeness. They were brief and she was generally as dynamic as my bedroom carpet, BUT SHE STILL DID YELL AT PEOPLE OCCASIONALLY! And stood up for herself! It was great!
- There is NO ROMANCE. Which endlessly pleases me, because the book deals with mental illness and heavy grief, and adding romance in would’ve messed up the gravity of the situation completely. I’m really glad it just focused on (A) people getting stabbed in the face, and (B) ghosts screaming and comingout of the walls, and (C) very very bad cooking.
- Well, I did mention the beginning was a potato. We’re in one of those big ol’ Victorian estates, so everyone is posh and formal and unfeeling, and Lucy’s hobbies include DOING NOTHING EVER. So. I could nap? The ending makes up for this however. SO KEEP THAT IN MIND. I just felt like fast-forwarding the first 100-pages.
- The representation of mental illness is not….great. Lucy cuts herself. But this isn’t really discussed. It’s such a huge topic and I felt it was just brushed over. The suicide and grief and depressino topics also felt like they were barely touched. #disappointing
- The writing felt so unemotional. We got told Lucy was sad. And we got told she lay in bed for two days straight after witnessing a death. But did we see it? NOPE. Did it come out in her actions, her mannerisms, her expressions? NOPE. The book was all “tell tell tell” and it didn’t pack a punch with visual or emotional writing.
- Lucy’s father could win the award for WORST DAD EVER. Things go massively wrong and he’s like “Aw, dear, get some rest.” He’s dismissive of mental illness, he cares NOTHING about his daughter going insane through grief. He never checks on her. HE’S A WORM. But yet that was intentional so even though I hated reading it, I get that it was part of the story!
- The ending was….NOT AN ENDING. Fair warning: if you like closure, this book is laughing at you. Because THERE IS NOT AN ENDING. HAHHAHA…HAH hah..ha…ha….Excuse me I’m screaming. I’m actually unsure what the point of the story was? Because the ending had no resolution. Ergo I assume the point is “if you hear screaming in the walls of your house, GET OUT OF THERE AS FAST AS YOU FRICK FRACKING CAN.” Which is an excellent moral, to be honest. Let’s all adhere to it.
As far as horrors go, it was horrible! Which is great!
But I wanted the writing to rivet me to the page instead of me feeling like I was gnawing through disappointing cheeseless pizza. The blandness nearly made the gory parts fail to deliever. But still…there is mystery! Intrigue! Murder! BLOOD AND GUTS. If you want to be creeped out, here you go and you’re welcome.
Also FYI if you think your family is messed up — read this. You’ll love your family after this. YOU’LL NEVER COMPLAIN AGAIN.
THANK YOU TO SIMON & SCHUSTER FOR THE REVIEW COPY. The Women in the Walls by Amy Lukavics was published October, 2016.
Lucy Acosta’s mother died when she was three. Growing up in a Victorian mansion in the middle of the woods with her cold, distant father, she explored the dark hallways of the estate with her cousin, Margaret. They’re inseparable—a family.
When her aunt Penelope, the only mother she’s ever known, tragically disappears while walking in the woods surrounding their estate, Lucy finds herself devastated and alone. Margaret has been spending a lot of time in the attic. She claims she can hear her dead mother’s voice whispering from the walls. Emotionally shut out by her father, Lucy watches helplessly as her cousin’s sanity slowly unravels. But when she begins hearing voices herself, Lucy finds herself confronting an ancient and deadly legacy that has marked the women in her family for generations.
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