When I received an ARC of this book in the mail, I was unfamiliar with Hannah’s work. So when I read Malerman’s book, there was something in me that connected to the story. Even four years later, she is so needy it often seems as if she’s trying to crawl back inside my body. When I first read Bird Box, a work of literary horror that has since been adapted (and quite well) by Netflix, it was just a few months before my daughter was born, a life change that would shrink my world, leave me feeling at times constricted. And perhaps no book has embodied these fears as perfectly as Josh Malerman’s Bird Box. As a grownass adult whose day-to-day fears revolve around being trapped by the consequences of my terrible decisions (schedule shift career move poor spending choice ill-advised parenting tactic), this seems apt. The books and movies that suggested that true horror lived within everyday people.īut lately, I’ve been particularly transfixed by horror that focuses on feelings of claustrophobia and unseen menace. The B-horror flicks I watched in dark basements. The poorly-written mass market paperbacks I pulled from my father’s shelves.
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