Larson builds a world in the gray areas between extremes: white and black, good and evil.
I thoroughly enjoyed my spooky reads this month.
This book is about reality vs. unreality, good vs. evil.
It questions our idea of wilderness and our connection to nature.
By far, the best part is the setting steeped in the South. That I can feel it in spades.
Ichabod Crane is the scariest part of this story.
This book speaks in the simplest, most beautiful terms, of uncertainty, love, and sacrifice.
It’s about human nature, about the ability in each of us for great kindness or great cruelty.
The less Henry James writes, the more he says between those words.