For so long I thought this was a novel of “lingerie horror,” which I figured was a term I just hadn‘t heard but could figure out what it meant.
No, that word is LINGERING. Which, yes, accurate. This book stuck with me while reading and after finishing. It‘s the kind of thing I usually avoid, the bleak horror I don‘t want to experience, a book that left me crying in bed in the fetal position.
It‘s not a fun read. It‘s powerful.