This one is hard to review. Because it runs backwards the pieces I’d normally describe at the start of the story are part of the conclusion, but starting at the beginning of the mystery feels like spoiling the whole thing. It sounds confusing, but I had a great time reading it.

There’s a lot going on with this volume. This one is in brilliant color again and the palette does a great job of creating cohesion despite the unusual pacing, while also emphasizing the particularly disorienting parts. Hobtown gets weirder and the stakes get higher with every new volume, but they do build on one another. By the time you’ve finished the book, you’ll have a more cohesive understanding of what’s been going on in Hobtown all along.

This is late night marathons of Beyond Belief (specifically when hosted by Jonathan Frakes) fueled by pizza rolls and no name orange soda. This is if David Lynch tried to adapt Alfred Hitchock's Three Investigators. There's no time to wonder why no one noticed the artillery piece under that tarp, there are things watching from the woods.