"The Haunting of Cabin Green" Book Review
Written by Jennifer Turner
Published by Midnight Grasshopper Books
Written by April A. Taylor
2018, 280 pages, Fiction
Released on April 25th, 2018
I’ve thought long and hard on how to begin this review. Do I praise the author’s understanding of the grief process? Or perhaps complain about how claustrophobic the story can get? I’ve written a couple of openings, but each one fell flat. A book as unique as The Haunting of Cabin Green needs a unique opening, but I’ve got nothing. So let’s just cut to the chase shall we?
The Haunting of Cabin Green centers on Ben, who has just lost his fiancée, Kyra, and goes to Cabin Green in an effort to move with his life. Author April A. Taylor depicts the grieving process amazingly well and I find myself actually grieving Kyra as much as Ben does.
As what usually happens with the cabin in the woods subgenre, it’s not long before the mindfuckery starts. And Ben’s mind gets fucked more than the average girl on prom night.
As I have mentioned earlier, the story is claustrophobic and it’s tolerable at first. There are plenty of flashbacks to break up the monotony. I enjoy the flashbacks, as they flesh out the characters of Ben and Kyra. The bonus part of this backstory is that those flashbacks actually matter to the plot; it’s not filler material to pad the word count.
There’s only so much of one location and one character that you can take. When the author finally introduces outside characters, I was almost relieved. It’s a blessing to be out of that cabin if even for a few pages. This is actually a sign of good writing, I imagine that I would feel the same way if I was in a cabin alone and someone else finally showed up.
I feel like the book could have done less with all the delusions and “is this real or just a trick” imagery. Tolerable at first, but it starts to become boring; it was like, yeah, I get it, creepy shit is afoot. Can we please get to the point?
The ending of The Haunting of Cabin Green does get to the point, and what an ending it is. All of the flashbacks and delusions suddenly make sense and I was left wondering why I didn’t figure it out before. All of a sudden, I realized what I thought was monotony in the book was all part of the big picture, and my minor annoyance when I was plodding through it was worth it.
There is inevitably a sequel hook that I may want to read provided it has that same sucker punch as this one.