Read about half of this novel on Saturday and tore through the last 20 pages on Sunday morning. I gave it 3.5 stars over at LibraryThing, but it was OK. Reason for the high score is because of Beukes’ prose, Chicago's indie music (circa 1993) as a backdrop, and the time-traveling idea. Regarding the last point, I liked how she didn’t explain away how the house let the 1930’s serial killer travel to different times in the Windy City. Nice touch that he couldn't travel past 1993. On the minus side, it is a serial killer story — they’re so cliched. And I thought about 100 pages could've been edited out. Plus, it would've been a lot cooler if our heroine discovered the house about halfway or two-thirds of the way through the novel, instead of at the very end.
Even though think Elizabeth Moss is overrated, I'm still gonna check out the Apple+ TV series that's based on the book.
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