So the base story, for the most part, worked. I supported Finch and Selena’s romance and was eager to see it unfold. I was fascinated and horrified to find out what Nerosi really wanted from the girls she was dealing with. I did want to know what would happen next. The best thing I can say for My Dearest Darkest is that it keeps you reading. I read an interesting thing from Kayla Cottingham in which she talked about how she used to be a fan of Lovecraftian horror before turning to a slightly different genre, cosmic horror, which makes space for the types of people-women, people of color, queer people, disabled people, etc.-that Lovecraft othered and made monstrous.
Is it not scary or am I just not a wimp anymore? I’m not really sure. I wouldn’t necessarily want to read it while I was eating, but it’s also not one that made me lose any sleep or anything like that. It has some gross moments, and the body horror is strong in some points. I’m starting to think I may need to reassess my own wimpiness, because with one exception at around page 200, My Dearest Darkest didn’t particularly scare me. I was very concerned when I kept reading reviews of My Dearest Darkest that reiterated how it’s legitimately scary, not just YA scary. So any time I hear that something is scary or actually creepy, I assume that it will be too much for me. When I read Native Son as a senior in high school, I had to leave it on the sofa overnight because I couldn’t sleep with it in my room. Disney villains terrified me far beyond when it is socially acceptable to be terrified of Disney villains, and I had nightmares for months after watching not-that-scary movies like The Prestige and Angels and Demons.
I’ve spent my whole life thinking that I’m a horror wimp. As the ghostly woman gets more demanding and dangerous, Finch and her new friends-including popular dancer Selena and cryptoid enthusiast Simon-must find out what and who she is and how to stop her before bloody history repeats itself.
It could have gone either way because on one hand it is a LGBTQ+ fantasy novel, which is right in my wheelhouse, and on the other hand it’s a horror novel and historically I haven’t done well with horror.Īfter auditioning for a prestigious school, Finch and her parents are driven off the road by an eight-eyed deer and drowned… but Finch survives her death only to discover that a strange ghost is offering magical boons to schoolgirls in exchange for an increased connection to their world. For April, I read My Dearest Darkest by Kayla Cottingham. Every month Barnes and Noble picks several books of the month, and I almost always try to read one of them.
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