“We all knew too well what could happen to girls on poorly lit streets at night, because it had happened to us.
Then again, all girls knew that…”
It happened on New Year’s Eve years and years ago. The three Hollow sisters were walking down the street. The clock turned to midnight, and their parents looked away to kiss, just a moment. When they looked back, the girls were gone. They searched high and low, but they couldn’t be found. One month later, the girls were found right where they disappeared. They were naked and had half-moon scars at the base of their throats. Their eyes turned black, and their hair soon turned white. They didn’t remember where they had been or what had happened to them.
The sisters now live separate lives, though they share a freakish connection. The oldest, Grey, became a model. She started her own fashion line with beautiful, frightening dresses that contain little vials of her perfume in the hem. Their mother is terrified of Grey, even hates her. The middle, Vivi, cut all her hair off and ran off to tour with a punk group. Iris, the baby, is quite timid and bullied at her school. She takes the abuse in hopes of graduating, attending university, and becoming a doctor.
When Grey goes missing, it’s up to her sisters to search for clues to figure out where she went. They also encounter a man with a minotaur skull, a dead body, and a lot of mold, corpse flowers, and ants…it’s a lot scarier than it sounds. With Grey’s ex-boyfriend Taylor (Who I love, cause he’s awesome), they work to find Grey and learn the truth about what happened when they disappeared.
House of Hollow sounded deliciously creepy, so I just had to read it. I know a lot of lore about changelings, and the book does touch on that a lot, but it’s also doing it’s own creepy thing. It has a couple twists that it employs well, and though I expected where it was going, it still sort of surprised me. There’s not really a happy ending, and it makes me a little uncomfortable, especially if there’s a sequel like they implied…but, all’s bleak that end’s bleak, amiright?