This book is nothing short of a masterpiece and it’s absolutely earned its place as one of my top favorites of the year. Catriona Ward crafts a story that is equal parts haunting, heartbreaking, and mind-bendingly clever.

From the start, The Last House on Needless Street pulls you into a world that feels off-kilter in the best way. The narrative is fragmented and strange, delivered through multiple perspectives, including a deeply unreliable narrator and a cat with a theological bent. Yes, a cat. And it’s brilliant.

What makes this novel shine is its careful, almost surgical layering of truths. Ward expertly misdirects and manipulates, leaving you guessing until the very last page. Each reveal feels like a gut punch… not because it’s shocking for the sake of shock, but because it’s devastatingly human.

This is horror that creeps under your skin. It’s not just about the eerie house, t or the disturbing events; it’s about trauma, memory, and how we survive the unbearable. The emotional weight of this story hit me hard, lingering long after I’d finished.

If you haven’t picked this up yet, do yourself a favor. It’s unsettling, unrelenting, and utterly unforgettable.