I find it hard to define this book. It certainly has the eerie atmosphere of a Gothic horror novel and there is a certain tension in the air; in fact, at one point I wondered what the girls are if they aren't werewolves and at another point I assumed that the narrator might have been be dead all along. There is this crime that casts a shadow over the entire book; but solving who did it seems to be only a minor concern of the story. Actually, with all the morbid mental imagery it probably won't take the reader long to identify the culprit.

What I very much liked was how alive the world felt - this tiny world to which the girls withdrew. The strained relation to the villagers, the believes of magic and thoughts of dirtiness and cleanliness, their ideas of happiness and constancy. I also quite liked how a faint longing for change is introduced, a development that culminates in the almost destruction of their world.