... upends our expectations of the unexpected, complicating the horror experience by delivering a narrative that is delightfully unfamiliar ... Abby has a penchant for these quick pivots, shifting between tenderness for Ralph, angst about the growing chasm she senses between them, and her favorite coping strategy — a charming flippancy. Her wry, wise voice provides color commentary on her own increasingly erratic perspective ... There are oft-discussed drawbacks to first-person novels — the excessive interiority, the unreliability of the narrator, the inevitable time or logic problems when the narrator is a player in the story she’s telling. In the case of Abby, though, these pitfalls turn out to be assets ... Abby’s unpredictable insights and turns of phrase are evident on every page, and they are as irresistible as the urge to see for oneself the ghost in the basement, to touch a kitchen knife that has already killed. We are trapped within her compelling, deranged consciousness and we like it, which is the true horror of the story.
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