Nope.
In The Twisted Ones, T. Kingfisher, a pseudonym for Ursula Vernon, better known for her young adult fiction, takes what could have been a reasonably creepy monster story and steadily ruins it with her own disbelief for the next 400 pages. Yes, monster stories are intrinsically silly, and they are pulled off only by a writer who believes them nonetheless and thereby convinces the reader to believe. One thinks of course of Stephen King, whose ghosts, whose creepy clowns, whose devils are quite real and quite deadly. Strangely, Kingfisher pokes fun at her own story from page one, systematically short circuiting any chance of building tension.
Skip this one (if you weren't going to anyway). It's a mess.
In The Twisted Ones, T. Kingfisher, a pseudonym for Ursula Vernon, better known for her young adult fiction, takes what could have been a reasonably creepy monster story and steadily ruins it with her own disbelief for the next 400 pages. Yes, monster stories are intrinsically silly, and they are pulled off only by a writer who believes them nonetheless and thereby convinces the reader to believe. One thinks of course of Stephen King, whose ghosts, whose creepy clowns, whose devils are quite real and quite deadly. Strangely, Kingfisher pokes fun at her own story from page one, systematically short circuiting any chance of building tension.
Skip this one (if you weren't going to anyway). It's a mess.
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