The Lamb

Harry Hartog's review

I’m not going to lie, when I first started reading this one, my face was pretty much every meme you’ve ever seen of David from Schitt’s Creek. On the very first line I was thinking “eww” and by page 5, I was more than a little grossed out. I’ve got a personal trigger for anything to do with teeth so certain parts had my stomach roiling. But then I got immersed in the writing – how is that such gruesome acts are written so beautifully? It’s monstrous and yet I loved it. That’s what good writing can do. I became desperate for someone to help Margot. This is kind of a horror novel, but also not like any other horror I’ve read. It’s about resilience and rage and being forced to suppress your desires. It’s about the way women are treated – to quote Mr Hill’s explanation of periods: “Tampons are impure…pain was normal. You must still come to school. No matter how much you bloat or vomit or faint. It’s normal for a woman”. It was like I’d been teleported straight back to highschool, and the rage I felt on Margot’s behalf was all consuming. But this novel wasn’t going to let me leave with the shred of hope I was holding onto. The ending…it broke my heart. This book is not going to be for everyone, but it is going to have everyone talking. Honestly, it left me a bit stunned. I think I might need more time to truly digest this novel fully but what a wonder it is to have read it. - Megan, Inventory Manager

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