As some of you may have seen, I was very lucky to receive quite a few books from publishers during December. The selection was incredibly varied and I couldn’t wait to get stuck in. After spending far too long deliberating over what to read first, I opted for reading them in order of release date, hoping to get reviews up for as many of them as possible in advance. Today’s book review is one such example of this.
I knew barely anything about Phillip Lewis’s The Barrowfields, so I really wasn’t sure what to expect when I started reading.The books blurb described how, before the birth of Henry Aster, his father reluctantly returns to the North Carolina mountains where he grew up to install his family in a Gothic mansion. With his father a frustrated novelist, as well as a lawyer, the house seemed worthy of the infamous Edgar Allen Poe he admired so much. This is the conditions in which Henry grew up, living in the shadow of this brilliant man. But when a death in the family brings his father closer to the edge of something terrible, Henry flees his home, returning only years later when the Barrowfields calls him back home.