So, Erin Craig's only book so far is 'House of Salt and Sorrows', but wow, did it make an impact. I remember picking it up because of that stunning cover, all dark waves and a lonely mansion, expecting a straightforward Gothic retelling of the Twelve Dancing Princesses. What I got was so much more atmospheric and twisted. The mood is everything—damp, salty, claustrophobic, with this creeping dread that the sisters are being picked off one by one. It’s less about the mystery itself for me and more about that feeling of being trapped in a beautiful, decaying world where even your own grief might be lying to you.
I’ve seen some readers complain the plot gets a bit wild in the final act, and yeah, it does veer into full-blown fantasy horror territory. But that’s part of why it stuck with me. It doesn’t just play it safe as a mood piece; it commits to a bonkers, mythological climax that somehow works because the atmosphere is so thick you’ll believe anything. It’s the kind of book I recommend for a rainy weekend when you want to feel utterly transported, even if the logic gets a little frayed at the edges. The ending left me staring at the wall for a good ten minutes.