The Witch in the Well by Camilla Bruce

From the Norwegian author who busted onto the scene so auspiciously with You Let Me In a while back comes a new tale of witches, possessions, and childhood rivalries gone toxic.
Get ready, it’s a doozy.
Apparently not an especially well loved one, going by the other reviews on GR, so let’s see if I can weight in for the other side.
To be fair, yes, I can see how this might not be an easy book to love: its storylines are very different and are dizzyingly woven into a cohesive sum total, its protagonists are unlikeable, the overall narrative is complex and tricky and does its best to mess with the readers.
And yet, while though things may have precluded me from outright loving the book, they were the very things that made me appreciate it.
It may not be a hug-it-and-love-it-book, but it’s viciously clever and that sort of thing goes along way with me.
Yeah, the protagonists are tough to enjoy – both the obnoxious, hashtagging, yogi-like new age guru who comes back to sort her uncle’s estate and her once upon a time bestie turned bitter rival obsessive raving lunatic of a local.
The rivalry is all about a book both of they seem to be writing. And the book is all about a local witch accused of killing some kids ages ago and (metaphorically) pitchforked by the villagers for it. The witch is…well, you know where she is, the title tells you. Or perhaps, not just there, but also in the souls and minds of two very different women obsessed with her.
Wanna see how far their obsession will take them? Read the book.
Its appeal may not be so wide as to cover all genre fans, but those who prefer their thrills with a darkly psychological, profoundly messed up, wicked and wickedly clever spice to them, ought to be pleased. Recommended. Thanks Netgalley.