Here’s an excerpt from Leigh Jajuga’s review:

Gentry’s novel has a way of welcoming readers into the soft disquietude of their own memories, asking to recollect small happenstances, the framework of our present lives. While reading Housebound, I felt as if I were placed behind some gossamer curtain, but when I reached out to draw the curtain back and touch the novel’s bleeding mulberries or the grooves of a stained-glass window, I pulled my hand back only to feel the filmy deception of memory.

Analogous with the novel’s constant sense of foreboding, an ominous undertow shifts between the lines of the pages. In Housebound, fear loosens its grip from grossly traumatic events and becomes duly reassigned to encompass the incidental. Gentry writes, “although…most dangers came from the spiritual world, this story surely was strong evidence that the material world provided the real terrors––the incidents that occurred without warning or reason.” As sinister happenings in Housebound gradually come to light, they become darker and darker in their own illumination.

Read the rest of it HERE.

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