RaveGQ\"I had to put the book down. It was later than I\'d intended to stay up, my partner was asleep and begging for the light to be turned off, and my heart had walked directly out of my throat and into the middle of the busy road next to my apartment building. For the first time since I watched The Cabin in the Woods (sensing a cabin theme, here?) alone late one night in college, I was unable to sleep because I\'d been scared shitless ... The Cabin at the End of the World succeeds in part because it trades in frights rooted (or not) in totally unprovable motivation. It doesn\'t dwell for long in the godliness of it all, thankfully, making the novel tense and muscle tightening, crackling with uncertainty. Are these just crazed home invaders who met on an Internet forum for like-minded conspiracy theorists? Is some higher power really speaking to them? Is it all a stand-in for Trump and his followers? The answers to these questions, in the end, don\'t come, and don\'t matter. None of it matters. It\'s fight or flight. When our backs are against a wall, when we\'re tasked with protecting the ones we love most, when we\'re asked to consider the greater good: What would we do?\
