My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I really don't like creepy vintage photos. They give me an unexplainable whiff of anxiety and disquiet.
So I shouldn't like these books.
But I do. Kind of.
The first one I read without knowing that it was partly inspired by the photos contained therein. Though Riggs has said that, this time, he wrote the plot and then chose the photos, the book still felt mechanized, as if forced to rally around the collection of pictorial oddities.
Or maybe it was that it was just a publisher-forced sequel (why do publishers make everything trilogies now?) that made it feel a little forced and mechanical.
Regardless, I enjoyed it enough to want to read the third one. So off I go.
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