I LOVED Mexican Gothic more than I thought I would. And it’s not that it was over-hyped (was it?), or any of the negative comments circulating about it. It’s just that horror and romance are not my genres. But I did love it. I loved how it was slow paced, building up the excitement until past mid-book. I loved how authentic it felt, all those references to Mexican culture that made me nostalgic for my grandpa, and the deep side of it: the exploration of colonialism and eugenics. But most of it, it’s just an easy, addictive read. And some readers thought it should have content warnings, but I thought it was not too explicit or full of gore. It was pretty mild, in my opinion.
Literary Infatuation 