I couldn’t put this book down. It’s one of those rare stories that feels like it’s been waiting for you. Blackwicket is eerie, intimate, and quietly powerful. The kind of haunting that doesn’t come from just ghosts or curses, but from the weight of memory, family, and things left behind.

Eleanora comes home planning to bury her sister and leave again, fast. But nothing goes how it’s supposed to. The second she steps into Blackwicket House, you can tell the place holds too many memories. It feels heavy, like something’s waiting. Not in a dramatic way, just that quiet kind of weight that hangs in old houses where too much has happened.

The magic here really stood out to me. It’s not overdone or showy. It feels like something that grew out of pain and old stories. The idea of curse-eating was new to me, and the way it was explained made it feel real and personal, not just another magical ability.

This book sticks with you. The writing never tries too hard, the pacing is tight, and the story hits that perfect mix of creepy and emotional. If you like your fantasy with a little grit and a lot of heart, this one’s worth picking up.

I was eager to step into another Bea Northwick world; her writing so encompassing & emotion-evoking, and Blackwicket did not disappoint! Bea’s brilliant use of language lands you viscerally into the plot; weaving a tale that feels different amid the ever-growing fantasy genre. I adored the characters - their imperfections moulded perfectly to show their strengths & vulnerabilities in a way that made you care for them regardless of their flaws. If you’re looking for a gothic yet mysterious tale, with a flare of romance and a drop of eeriness added in, Blackwicket is one for you!