Hey guys, sorry it’s been a long time since I’ve posted. I’m crazy busy right now. Anyway, the collection reviewed here, Red Spikes by Margo Lanagan is not strictly horror, but it does contain some pretty creepy and occasionally disturbing stories, some of which fit into the genre, so I thought I’d leave the review here (I originally posted it on Goodreads) to tide over until I can publish a new actual horror review again.

This book. It’s not what I expected, and I find it hard to put a rating on it. Some stories I loved; one story I hated (seriously, Monkey’s Paternoster-I wish I had never read it).
Baby Jane was a charming opening to the collection. A boy finds his home invaded by a bear, a pregnant queen, and a little man, all from another world. The story was sweet and whimsical an I adored it.
Baby Jane was unfortunately followed by the unpleasant Monkey’s Paternoster. I wish I could unread it. It was unpleasant and nearly caused me to give up on the whole book.
A Good Heart was a short, sweet, melancholy tale that encouraged me to give the overall collection another chance.
Winkie, about a young girl and a giant, was strange and creepy, and my only real complaint is that it could have gone on longer.
A Feather in the Breast of God features a pet bird that comes back from death to save the daughter of the family that kept him. It’s beautifully sweet (and not nearly as saccharine as it sounds). I teared up a little.
Hero Vale was weird and creepy and hard to describe. Another story that I could have lived in a little bit longer.
Under Hell, Over Heaven features workers in the middle ground between hell and heaven, escorting a soul to hell. It’s mean spirited and gruesome and oddly entrancing. I was left melancholy and slightly disturbed by this forbidding idea of the afterlife.
Mouse Maker started out promising but kind of fizzled by the end.
I was originally not terribly impressed with Forever Upward, but it’s hopeful ending left me smiling. Kind of the opposite of how I felt about Mouse Maker.
Finally, Daughter of Clay, tells of a changeling going to fairy land to trade places with the girl whose life she’s living. It’s a bittersweet appropriate end to the collection.
Ultimately, Red Spikes reminded me of a collection of fairy tales, more Grimm than Disney. Charming and whimsical yet also melancholy and disturbing. It’s a hard book to rate. It’s like a box of dark chocolate, rich and filling but not to everyone’s taste.
Except for Monkey’s Paternoster. Seriously, it’s the worst.