Oh God this book nearly made me weep on public transit. Calling it horror feels unfair, but dark fairytale somehow undersells just how dark it gets. Mohamed here is a little like if T. Kingfisher's fairytales fought unfairly and I mean that as the highest compliment.
It was so good and so painful and wonderfully awful in what it has to say about sadness and innocence and pain and what we can and cannot give. I loved it even though it was heartbreaking.