House of Hunger by Alexis Henderson is a gothic novel that follows Marion Shaw, a girl from the South slums of Prane who moves above her station when she becomes the newest bloodmaid for a countess in the North. Marion has lived alone with her sick brother Raul for years, and every day is more of the same: work for a woman who does not see her as a full person, argue with Raul about the expenses, watch as he destroys himself further with drugs, and never do anything new. But when she looks at the newspaper one day with a girl named Agnes who she won’t call her friend, she finds a peculiar post in the matrimony section calling for a bloodmaid, a girl who will venture North and sign an indentureship to bleed for whichever noble House claims her. Tired of her life and seeking a way out, Marion answers the posting and is taken to Countess Lisavet, the ailing head of the House of Hunger, by a Taster who swears Marion’s blood is some of the best and most unique he has ever tasted. Being a bloodmaid is not easy, as Marion quickly finds out. She is ranked Fifth out of the five who work for the House of Hunger, and the First Bloodmaid, the favorite, despises her upon sight. Things at the House of Hunger become more grim and more dire as the secrets of the House begin to unravel while Marion moves up the ranks and falls in love with Lisavet.
I love the world that Henderson pulls the reader into. The stark separation between the South and the North, along with the dreamy descriptions of the lives bloodmaids get to live after their years of giving themselves over like cattle to the nobles, brought the gothic setting to life and paved the way for a critique of class that felt natural and kept me reading. Henderson really leaned into the genre in this particular aspect, even going so far as to make Countess Lisavet fit the typical “dark, brooding love interest” role typically reserved for men. Lisavet makes requests of Marion and the other bloodmaids that prove she sees them as the other nobles see their bloodmaids: property with a pulse. Even if Lisavet does love Marion as she claims she does, they come from different worlds, and they are living together in Lisavet’s, in the world where Lisavet is the Countess and Marion’s purpose is to serve her and be loyal no matter what. As the book goes on, you start to see that Marion hasn’t given herself over to a grand new life; she has simply traded one type of servitude for another, more dangerous kind.
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Something else that I think Henderson does particularly well is Raul’s character and how he haunts the narrative from the moment he steps foot in it. This was my favorite part of the entire story. Marion kills Raul partially by accident in order to go be a bloodmaid after he burns her ticket for the night train, and she is haunted by this decision for the entire book. Every time she thinks about Raul and his murder, some new, gory detail pops up describing his bloody eyes or the dent in his skull or the way he reached out for her as he lay dying. Raul tells her not to go, and Marion does anyway, at the cost of his life. When Marion realizes that the House of Hunger is not the place she thought it was, it’s too late to go back and change what she has done; it’s too late to admit to Raul that he was right. She gets high at one point during a game, and what does she hallucinate? Raul’s beaten-in face. Raul is dead almost the entire time, but he feels so present in every decision Marion makes. She may leave him behind, but he is part of her and will not leave her mind so easily.
That said, this is one of those books that I think could have benefited from being much longer. There are so many things that Henderson almost touches on that we never get a real look at because we aren’t allowed to linger. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the story—I loved it so much that I think it would have been that much better if the reader had been given more room to breathe. When Marion notices that the other bloodmaids have aged more than they should have in the time that she’s known them, it’s at the end of the book when she already knows that Lisavet can feed off the life essence of someone and has already seen her do that to the Wretch who used to be Cecelia. This in particular fell flat for me because she already knew. The reader wasn’t allowed access to that information until Marion herself knew it to be true, and there was no real foreshadowing to it. I wish that Henderson had placed more hints along the way so I could have found out with Marion instead of being relegated to the sidelines going “What?” while Marion started listing details that she suddenly noticed. The mystery within the novel kind of fell apart as I got closer to the end, and I wish it hadn’t. It felt like Marion wasn’t solving anything; she was simply stumbling to conclusions that turned out to be true.
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All in all, I enjoyed House of Hunger. It was a gothic story that gave me some of what I’ve been craving from my stories lately, and Henderson did a fantastic job getting me to care about Marion and the other bloodmaids. While there are things I think could have been expanded on, I finished the book in only a couple days, and it kept me enthralled the whole time.
Trigger warnings include: detailed gore, drug use, illness, death, blood-drinking, blood-letting, fratricide, and descriptions of dead/dying bodies.
