We Used to Live Here: A Novel

Eve is home alone when a family turns up on her doorstep asking to come in and take a look around. The father used to live there and wants to show his family. Against her better judgement, Eve lets them in and thus begins a strange and seemingly never-ending visit that throws everything Eve knows, or things she knows, into question. It is the family that's strange or is it the house? Or maybe it's Eve. “Those people in your house… that’s not what they look like,” he said, talking more to the trees than to her. “W-what?” Eve wasn’t sure if she’d heard him right. He looked directly at her; his eyes were filled with a different type of dread now. Nothing like the manic anxiety from moments before. No, this was the kind of long-lived, substrate terror that digs in during childhood and gnaws at your bones and skin and keeps eating away until you’re rotting in the dirt. This was a very creepy, slow-burn. I was never quite sure what was going on and I felt like I was locked inside Eve's head as she was slowly-then-quickly losing her mind. I listened to most of it on a 4-hour drive and I was riveted.

That shit was wack, idek what to think/write. Even though the premise was pretty out there, the writing was strong and I was on the edge of my seat the whole book.

I feel like it kept my attention but I got in the weeds with some of the exposition. I had a hard time keeping track of which storyline/timeline I was following. Got confusing for me.

Didn’t like this book. Poor writing, too many intricacies, confusing. No ending. Seemed messy to read.

Wow! My head is still spinning.