Some books entertain you. Others crack open a door in your memory that you’d forgotten existed, then whisper, “You’ve been here before.”
She is not the villain. She is the symptom. The real horror is older, quieter, and lives in the spaces between “once upon a time” and “I don’t remember.” The Ocean At The End Of The Lane by Neil Gaiman...
Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane is the second kind. Some books entertain you