

That was pretty good. Just picked up another of her books, Lark & Termite, at a used book sale today, so hopefully, it's as decent a read as this.
That was pretty good. Just picked up another of her books, Lark & Termite, at a used book sale today, so hopefully, it's as decent a read as this.
That was pretty good. Just picked up another of her books, Lark & Termite, at a used book sale today, so hopefully it's as decent as read as this.
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This was a strange book with a unique pay off.
I think I liked this. Not too certain. It was weird and
unnerving but I think that was the point.
https://wildwoodreads.com/2025/08/18/the-bog-wife-review/
Well. That was strange. I just finished up The Bog Wife and I‘m going to have to wrap my head around this story before I review it. I don‘t know if I loved it or hated it, but I do know I‘m terribly unsettled. 😂😂😂
Dark, disturbing, graphic at times. A family in rural Appalachia lives a different kind of life. A life hunting, but not animals. Once a beautiful girl working at the record store enters Micheal‘s life, he has no idea just how much she will change the trajectory of his life. Some reviewers said they saw the twist coming, I didn‘t and thought it was well played out. I will definitely check out more from this author.
This book intertwines the POVs of the five Haddesley siblings, latest in a family that has an ancient compact with a bog, in which they give the bog the body of their patriarch and it gives them a wife for the new patriarch. I absolutely loved it. Magrat isn‘t a huge fan of being used as a book rest, but it didn‘t scare her off my lap.
“Her siblings were not… just the same as they had been ten years ago. They were worse. They had spent the decade of her absence growing around one another like roots in the same crowded patch of earth, contorting themselves so everyone could fit.”