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I'm not sure why this book appeared on my Kindle--did I see a review a while back and order it? Did the cover art sell me? Or was it because I'll never deny a vampire story?

I don't know when or why I ordered it, but I read this novella when it showed up this week, and I'm glad I did. Because you know what I love even more than vampire stories? Grief horror. And this is grief horror through and through: cathartic, wondering, painful, and beautiful.

I was honestly a bit lost for about 20% of this book, unsure about what was happening, and how intentional the blurring between past and present, dreams and reality, fact and memory was, and it almost pushed me away about 75% into the book. I rode it out though, and the payoff was worth it. The last chapter is a gut-punch, in the very best way.

This elegant little book is going to be bouncing around in my head for a while.