Some books burn bright for a season — and then fade into the dust motes of memory. But here at Literary Gluttony, we know better than to let good stories go quietly. Every Forgotten Friday, we crack open the crypt of the overlooked and unloved, brushing off the cobwebs to rediscover tales that still hum beneath the surface of time.
This week, our candle burns for stories steeped in beauty and decay — books that explore the fragile space where ruin meets rebirth, and horror tangles tenderly with hope. These are the ones that haunt softly, waiting for another reader to hear their heartbeat again.
🥀 The Silent Companions by Laura Purcell
If ghost stories are your comfort food, this one’s a feast. In the rotting corridors of an isolated estate, a widow mourns a husband she barely knew while the carved wooden figures — “companions,” they call them — seem to edge ever closer when her back is turned. Purcell crafts dread like lace: delicate, intricate, and quietly suffocating.
🌒 The Dollmaker by Nina Allan
Part love story, part fever dream, The Dollmaker unfolds through letters and stories nested like Russian dolls. Reality slips, time folds, and what remains is a slow, haunting meditation on obsession, art, and the uncanny beauty of the handmade. It’s the kind of novel that lingers in the corners of your mind long after you’ve finished it.
🕯️ Little Eve by Catriona Ward
Before The Last House on Needless Street made her a household name, Catriona Ward wrote this shadow-soaked masterpiece about a cult on the windswept cliffs of Scotland. Little Eve is folklore turned feral — lyrical, brutal, and achingly human. It’s a novel about devotion, survival, and the twisted paths to freedom, and it deserves a resurrection.
Some books aren’t meant to vanish. They just wait, quietly, for the right pair of hands to open them again.
💬 What forgotten story still whispers to you? Drop it in the comments — let’s keep the memory of the overlooked alive, one Friday at a time.
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