Sometimes I get migraines. They're often preceded by visual auras, little spots of light floating across my field of vision. When I'm reading, these spots tangle with the type, making words tantalizingly familiar but inscrutable.

Reading THE DROWNING GIRL feels much like that. The charismatic but unreliable narrator, like any true artist, is able to convey the feeling of her own insanity without unraveling it's mystery. As I read, trying to match dates and references to reality, I realized I was falling into Imp's own habits. Desperately trying to impose order on a mind fragmented and flawed.

Kiernan defines memes and hauntings, while at the same time infecting the reader with the same. With so much discussion of different types of art (short stories, paintings, sculpture, content...), the slight of the hand process of THE DROWNING GIRL delivering it's own devastating message is almost invisible. What part of this book implanted this haunted feeling? What page, what paragraph, is responsible this shaken feeling? While not enjoyable, THE DROWNING GIRL is most certainly unforgettable.

Full review to follow.

Sexual Content: References to sex, descriptions of oral sex.