First line:
Everyone agreed it had been a bad winter, one of the worst in recollection.
Unlike most of the planet, I
didn't like Katsu's debut novel,
The Taker. Which I was bitter about, because Katsu impressed me with her potential.
With
The Hunger, I got the novel I always wanted: taut, moody, dangerous, atmospheric, and creepy.
I don't know where to start with my squee-ing. It helps that the premise -- supernatural take on the Donner Party tragedy -- is just so delicious. Katsu doesn't speed through the trip, and through the early days we learn how fractured these people were, and the many demons that chased them. She takes her time to give the characters space to breathe, and we're rewarded with rich plot threads and deeply flawed and oh-so appealing characters.
For history sticklers, this book will surely aggravate, as Katsu takes some wild liberties with the histories of the Donner Party members: victims of sexual abuse, secretly gay, murderer. But I
uh-dore…
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