This book is disgusting. And I mean that in the most unhinged, body-fluid-drenched, maggot-crawling, creepy-mushroom-on-that-moist-part way possible. It’s gothic horror that grabs you by the throat and shoves your face into the dirt. Lol sorry, Madeline. I haven’t read The Fall of the House of Usher yet, but now I’m curious.