I don't think I'll ever read a horror novel I'll like better.

This isn't one of those books I think was 'written just for me', or whatever that phrase means. It is, instead, a way to look into another world and see what it's trying to say. The book is layered in metaphor under metaphor under metaphor. I came away with theories, only for the final few chapters to tell me my theories, however plausible, did not matter. They don't save Sarah. You can't save Sarah. The ending happens before the beginning, and you know it, but you keep reading anyway.

We're all just fodder for the tree.