'She carried something terrible with her. She kept her grief subdued and quiet – so much so, it had begun to rot.' Margot and Mama have lived by the forest ever since Margot can remember. When Margot is not at school they spend quiet days together in their cottage, waiting for strangers to knock on their door—"strays," Mama calls them, people who have strayed too far from the road. Mama loves the strays. She feeds them wine, keeps them warm. Then she picks apart their bodies and toasts them off with some vegetable oil. The Lamb by Lucy Rose is a refreshing take on the folk horror genre. Exploring themes of femininity, isolation, primal desires and coming-of-age in a living, breathing, nightmare. This claustrophobic book really delves into femininity at its most primal, its most animalistic. It toys with the notion of women being the hunter - gorging herself on her desires, and not letting anyone get in the way of that. Rose writes of disgusting and manipulative women ...