After finishing this one, I thought, “well that was a sweet little horror novel.” I’m not sure I can verbalize why sweet is the best word, but it really is. Maybe it’s Mary Robinette Kowal’s subtle hints of humor alongside the terror in her voice as she narrates Iðunn (pronounced Ethun) in Knútsdóttir’s novella. I rooted for Iðunn and was horrified alongside her as events unfolded. I wanted Iðunn to wake up feeling refreshed, not like she just walked 5 miles or wrestled a bear. […]