A chilling, compulsive debut about group mentality, superstition and betrayal – and a utopian commune gone badly wrong.We were the Family, and Foxlowe was our home. There was me – my name is Green – and my little sister, Blue. There was October, who we called Toby, and Ellensia, Dylan, Liberty, Pet and Egg. There was Richard, of course, who was one of the Founders. And there was Freya.
We were the Family, but we weren’t just an ordinary family. We were a new, better kind of family. We didn’t need to go to school, because we had a new, better kind of education. We shared everything. We were close to the ancient way of living and the ancient landscape. We knew the moors, and the standing stones. We celebrated the solstice in the correct way, with honey and fruit and garlands of fresh flowers. We knew the Bad and we knew how to keep it away. And we had Foxlowe, our home. Where we were free.
There really was no reason for anyone to want to leave.
I was given an ARC by Netgalley in exchange for a fair review.
This story portrays the life within a sinister utopian commune. Green, our protagonist is being abused at the start of the book by something called the “spike walk”. None of the members of the family commune seem to see a problem with that at all. It seems to be a normal part of daily life within Foxlowe.
The way that this book has been written is quite unlike anything I have ever read before. There is a total lack of punctuation when characters speak which makes the story ludicrously difficult to follow.
I’m a huge fan of dark, Gothic style fiction. This book started off with so much promise but half way through, it became a little difficult to follow. The breakdown of the commune was never explored properly and the end of the story did leave me wanting to know more about the other characters involved.
A three out of five star read.
I am profoundly grateful to Netgalley and HarperCollins for my copy.