The ABSOLUTE AUDACITY people have to rate this so low, y’all don’t know taste or gothic horror. I feel like, as a gothic horror lover, it is my DUTY to shove this book in everyone’s face.
Not gonna lie, I almost didn’t read this because the GR ratings are so low, but I’m so happy I did because it’s phenomenal?! Idk what the hell is going on here, but this book is gothic horror perfection!! Did I know what was going on the whole time? No. Was I on the edge of my seat, in love with the characters, and creepy ass house up on the hill (not literally on a hill but you get the picture)? Yes. Did I think I was delusional? Yes.
Did I think Jane was delusional, hallucinating out of her mind? Yes and then no, and then yes, and finally I DON’T KNOW. But that’s what makes this book so deliciously captivating & creepy as hell.
Jane Shoringfield is a logical woman, a woman who is most at ease with her ledgers and numbers. Being the extremely logical woman she is, Jane decided that she would prefer a more businesslike marriage, as opposed to a love marriage. So what does she do? She compiles a list of the best suitors, as logical women do, and ding ding ding finds herself running to the alter with the town doctor. It ends up being a love marriage and they live happily after LOLLLL. If only.
Turns out Jane bit off a little more than she can chew, in classic gothic horror protagonist fashion, and not only ties herself to the town doctor, but to his creepy manor. A manor in which she is never to visit, and yet she does, and that, my friends, is where all logical packs it’s bags and walks right out the door.
So begins the wild, and absolutely creepy, tale of dark magic, hauntings, and Jane trying to figure out what exactly is going on at Lindridge Hall, and with her husband, and ME trying to figure out if Jane has absolutely lost it, or if she should kill her husband and burn the manor down.
The Death of Jane Lawrence is hauntingly atmospheric, with narration and descriptions that kept me in a constant state of unease and uncertainty, add in spells written in blood, a whirlwind victorian romance and a foreboding gothic manor, and BAM! I have a new favorite, and nightmares… probably some nightmares.
I love when I finish a book thinking “…. what… in the hell did I just read…?” And that’s exactly how I felt after finishing The Death of Jane Lawrence, absolutely Mindfucked and happy about it. I honestly loved everything about this, and I can’t wait to purchase a copy (I rented it from the library :) ) so I can set it right next to my much loved copy of Rebecca.
**Also the blurb describes it as having Crimson Peak, Rebecca, and Shirley Jackson vibes and the answer is YES TO ALL