So I finally got around to reading this after seeing it recommended in like a dozen of my comments. First off: thank you all for the recommendation, yall weren’t lying.
I was drawn into the story immediately. There’s this slow, creeping pull to it where you know something is wrong, but Lovecraft just keeps peeling back the layers in the most unsettling way possible. The sense of mystery and dread doesn’t spike all at once, it deepens. Like a growing sickness. Every new discovery feels like you’re stepping further into a place you’re absolutely not supposed to be.
And the creatures? Horrible and fascinating at the same time. Like, genuinely disgusting in that old-school cosmic horror way, but also weirdly sad and awe-inspiring. Lovecraft somehow makes you recoil from them and feel this eerie curiosity about them in the same breath. You can’t help creeping closer.
It’s not jump-scare horror. It’s the kind that just quietly rearranges how you think about the universe and then leaves you alone with that thought at 2 a.m.
If you’ve been on the fence about reading it, do it.
P. S. I also loved the Cthulhu and Color out of space shoutout.
by Caffeine_And_Regret
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mate you’ve just described why lovecraft is the absolute king of making you feel properly unsettled – that bit where you realize the elder things weren’t actually the real monsters hits different doesn’t it