This is the best/worst book to have just gotten into when a bout of insomnia strikes, so you can lie reading in a dark, silent house while the level of creepiness steadily builds, and something outside makes a tok-tok-tok noise
An estranged, difficult grandmother passes, and her granddaughter is tasked with cleaning out the house full of trash and discovers a secret world in the process.
I loved T. Kingfisher's grasp of dialog and colorful characters, and the dog's part in the book.
The story hearkened back to memories of Jules Verne, HP Lovecraft, and the fantastical genres of years past, and it was quite a ride.
I'm looking forward to checking out her other works, as I finished this over a three day period.
