The House of Dust -no spoilers

This past week I finished Noah Broyles’ House of Dust after slow-rolling it over the course of a month or so. It deserved every minute I spent with it and managed to be one of two books this year I gave a five-star on Goodreads. Obviously, having been so stoked about the book, I have stuff to say about it:

The first and most consistent thing throughout the entire book is the atmospheric creep factor. From the first page (honestly from the first line) you’re lured into this world of pseudo religious secrets, fear, and madness. And it doesn’t bother to let you come up for air. the visceral imagery, the consistent feeling of something being just wrong is so present throughout this book that I can’t get it out of my head.

It really felt like nearly every chapter revealed information worthy of a slack-jawed “oh, shit.” And by the end of the story, this entire mystery having unfolded, you’re left with the most satisfying feeling of discomfort I can ever describe to a horror fan.

Suffice to say, I’m a huge fan of the novel, and know nothing about the author other than that he wrote it, hope to see more atmospheric, fear-addled writing in the future.