Exquisitely written, this story is sometimes horrific but tender and gentle in turn. I can't think of it as horror as the characters are so lifelike and believable and Lucy Rose portrays love like nobody else. It's like nothing I've ever read before and I'm almost ashamed to say that I enjoyed reading it very much.
On my fourth birthday, I plucked six severed fingers from the shower drain...
The first finger I picked up had purple polish flaking away from its nail. The second was clean of cosmetics, but it was short, bitten at, and uneven along its ridge...
All I knew is that, at some point along the way, strangers had come to our homestead and Mama had gladly taken them in. There had been at least one girl, wearing purple nail polish, and a clean-cut boy who nibbled at his fingernails when he was nervous...
They had strayed too far from the main road and ended up here, tangled up among the knotted hair gathered in our shower drain.
