Gallant, by V.E. Schwab

Spooky and atmospheric. Olivia, who cannot make sounds and has to communicate through sign language, is being raised at an orphanage for girls; she has nothing of her parents except her mother’s old diary. Unexpectedly, a letter arrives inviting her to her ancestral home of Gallant, a place her mother’s diary explicitly warns her against visiting. Of course she goes anyway, and uncovers deep dark family secrets. Although the writing is beautiful and creepy, the plot itself is fairly straightforward and predictable; the one little twist was the identity of Olivia’s father, which I thought was a nice touch. None of the characters grow or change much as they march through this gothic tale; the point is to defeat the monster, not to explore anyone’s inner development.

All the Murmuring Bones, by A.G. Slatter

Miren O’Malley was raised with stories of merpeople and magic, debts and revenge, knowing that each story could have some truth at its core: after all, her own family’s fortune came from a bargain with the sea. However, with her generation, the bargain has fallen into decline, and against the wishes of her family she digs into the reasons and history behind her family’s situation. I loved the interstitial stories, told by and to Miren; the writing was dark and atmospheric, but the characters felt alive.