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Book Review: A Sorceress Comes to Call, by T. Kingfisher

I purchased a hardback copy of T. Kingfisher‘s A Sorceress Comes to Call.

Cordelia knows her mother is unusual. Their house doesn’t have any doors between rooms, and her mother doesn’t allow Cordelia to have a single friend—unless you count Falada, her mother’s beautiful white horse. The only time Cordelia feels truly free is on her daily rides with him. But more than simple eccentricity sets her mother apart. Other mothers don’t force their daughters to be silent and motionless for hours, sometimes days, on end. Other mothers aren’t sorcerers.

After a suspicious death in their small town, Cordelia’s mother insists they leave in the middle of the night, riding away on Falada’s sturdy back, leaving behind all Cordelia has ever known. They arrive at the remote country manor of a wealthy older man, the Squire, and his unwed sister, Hester. Cordelia’s mother intends to lure the Squire into marriage, and Cordelia knows this can only be bad news for the bumbling gentleman and his kind, intelligent sister.

Hester sees the way Cordelia shrinks away from her mother, how the young girl sits eerily still at dinner every night. Hester knows that to save her brother from bewitchment and to rescue the terrified Cordelia, she will have to face down a wicked witch of the worst kind.

As should come as no surprise (as I have loved pretty much everything I’ve read by T. Kingfisher), I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I found Cordelia believable as a sheltered, anxious, awkward tween in a very difficult position. Hester and her gaggle of matriarchs were gloriously irreverent and masterfully competent. I do so love a compable heroine who looks at a disaster and simply gets on with getting on. They were accompanied by male counterparts who were either equally able but perfectly willing to follow the women’s lead or blissfully and somewhat obtusely unaware, as well as several supportive servants (moral and otherwise) who often provided a needed splash of lightness amid the book’s building grimness. (I’m hoping Willard gets his own story at some point, please.) Plus, I THINK I caught a Bonedog reference from Nettle & Bone!

I did think the tension fell off a little in the middle, and the female social climber as the villain felt a little cliched. All in all, however, I’m calling it a win.

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Book Review: The Twisted Ones, by T. Kingfisher

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I purchased a copy of T. Kingfisher‘s The Twisted Ones.

When a young woman clears out her deceased grandmother’s home in rural North Carolina, she finds long-hidden secrets about a strange colony of beings in the woods.

When Mouse’s dad asks her to clean out her dead grandmother’s house, she says yes. After all, how bad could it be?

Answer: pretty bad. Grandma was a hoarder, and her house is stuffed with useless rubbish. That would be horrific enough, but there’s more—Mouse stumbles across her step-grandfather’s journal, which at first seems to be filled with nonsensical rants…until Mouse encounters some of the terrifying things he described for herself.

Alone in the woods with her dog, Mouse finds herself face to face with a series of impossible terrors—because sometimes the things that go bump in the night are real, and they’re looking for you. And if she doesn’t face them head on, she might not survive to tell the tale.

Honestly, horror isn’t a genre I gravitate toward. But I’ve loved everything I’ve read by T. Kingfisher. So, I thought, why not try her horror books? I enjoyed it well enough. It has the creepy factor, if not the terror. I liked Mouse and the side characters; there’s some tongue-in-cheek humor, and the story kept me interested. There’s not a lot more that I require from a book.

If I had to critique, it would be that Mouse’s willingness to sacrifice for her dog is excessive. I love my dogs about as much as anyone, but a bit too much of the plot of The Twisted Ones depends on Mouse’s easy willingness to endanger herself for her pet. The ending also seems to abandon the creepy, folk horror atmosphere in favor of a more direct fear. But I would have preferred the book to carry through with the creepy plotting.

All in all, however, I enjoyed this about as much as I could expect to enjoy a horror book.