Haunted houses are forever my favorite horror trope, and this book digs its fingers into all of the best parts of it; Martinez is incredible at weaving the horrible into the mundane, transcribing the years of accumulated rage felt by generations of wronged women, and exploring the ways a lineage of anger can grow into something bigger if tended properly. By the end you understand that “haunted” can mean many things, from the ever-present shadow of class hierarchies to the flash of dark hair disappearing under the bed.