I can’t deny that this book was done well. However, that doesn’t mean I enjoyed it. I actually particularly liked the first half, where the horror didn’t stem the monstrous vampiric entity, but instead from the frustrating prison created by social convention for housewives in the early 90s. I wanted to scream and rip my hair out, it was was so realistically horrifying. However, later when there were body horror insect scenes and the vampirism

was a weird kind of oral sex performed on both adults and children regardless of gender,

that was a bit much for me thank you. I found the ending rather unsatisfactory. It didn’t give me the catharsis I was hoping for. The ladies in this book are full of fire and southern hospitality, which I just adore. It goes through all of the expected tropes and touches on culture and race (but *so* briefly). Mostly, I enjoyed the first half of this story so much that I was overwhelmingly let down by the second half.