Neither of my parents is a taxidermist (at least as far as I know) but I picked up Kate Mosse’s The Taxidermist’s Daughter based mostly on the title. (Also, I was looking for a paperback for the train since I always end up with 45 pound hardcover library books then have to haul them around all weekend. I know the obvious solution is just get a Kindle or whatever but I have a general aversion to gadgets and try to minimize my ownership of them. I don’t understand the point of, say, rice cookers.)
Anyway, I am sort of skeeved out but also morbidly interested by taxidermy. I can mostly get behind dioramas at natural history museums which at least seem sort of dignified. But a museum with taxidermied kittens dancing and ravens taking tea as described in the book? Yikes Like, is it a craft project or a corpse? It’s both! That’s … kind of weird mix. It’s the sort of hobby you would expect a serial killer to have.
And coincidentally, the book is pretty serial killer-y. I wanted it to be more moody and creepy what with all the taxidermy/churchyard gatherings/ominous weather. But it is pretty straight up murder-y. Olden times, young woman terribly wronged, vengeance with a side of taxidermy.
Eh, I dunno, I feel like I’ve seen this stuff a bunch of times already. Although usually without the taxidermy.
For your creepy taxidermy book needs you might want to check out The Love Curse of the Rumbaughs by Jack Gantos. I read it years ago and I still remember it was creepy as fuck.