Ah, Disneyland. It’s the happiest place on Earth—but at what cost? No price is too high for Walt, who was warned and begged not to build an amusement park in an era lousy with lousy amusement parks. Along with millions of annual attendees, I am glad that Walt persevered. If you’re an ear head too, then this is the book for you. It all started with crippling debt… I mean—a mouse.
There isn’t a woman in New Salem who doesn’t recall a grandmother or an aunt using words and ways to make a house tidy or a hem neat. Witchcraft has been a punishable crime for generations, but this is the nineteenth century! Women are holding jobs and living alone! So why not band together and write the spells necessary to hang the laundry and win the right to vote?
The story itself is simple: a Puritan goodwife strays too far from home and finds herself lost in the woods. This premise almost offers the familiar comfort of a childhood fairytale but what unfolds is an eerie, slow burn of psychological horror that is just vague enough to be satisfying. It’s this equivocal unknowing that makes this book so brilliantly atmospheric and only as scary as you dare interpret.