The Valley of Vengeful Ghosts
A Novel
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Narrated by:
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Eunice Wong
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By:
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Kim Fu
From the critically acclaimed and award-winning author of Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century comes The Valley of Vengeful Ghosts—an eerie, spellbinding novel of grief and guilt, with a razor-sharp eye for the absurdity and melancholy of the internet age.
In the aftermath of her mother's death, Eleanor is unmoored. For years, her mother orchestrated every detail of her life—from meals, to laundry, to finances—so that Eleanor could focus on her career as a therapist. Left to navigate the world on her own, Eleanor clings to her mother’s final directive: use her inheritance to buy a house.
Desperate to obey her mother one last time, but finding few options she can afford, Eleanor impulsively buys a model home in a valley-turned-construction site, a picturesque development steeped in a shadowy history. It feels like a fresh start, until the rain comes—an endless, torrential downpour. As water seeps in through the house’s cracks, the line between what is real and what is not begins to blur. Haunted by the stories of her clients, a stream of workmen and bureaucrats she can’t trust, and visions of ghosts from her past and present, Eleanor’s reality unravels, and she is forced to reckon with the secrets she’s buried and the dark choices she’s made.
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This is grief cooked low and slow, layered with millennial burnout and that creeping dread of realizing no one is coming to save you. The writing is sparse but it hits, like it is saying less on purpose so you feel more. It is less about what is haunting Eleanor and more about what happens when nothing catches you when you fall.
Come for the haunted house, stay for the quiet spiral. Or maybe just stay because it is already too late.
Grief is a house you think you can furnish... until it starts rearranging you.
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The story jumped around for me with no connection of why I should care.
A bit confused - Spoiler
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