After Beat Not The Bones
Euphoria by Lily King
If Beat Not The Bones hooked you on Westerners unraveling in Papua New Guinea's suffocating heat, Euphoria serves the same cultural powder keg: anthropologists self-destructing in tribal settings where intellectual hubris bleeds into obsession. The real horror isn't the jungle—it's the fragile egos convinced they can master it. Lily King delivers that atmospheric dread through a love triangle that tightens like a noose while indigenous eyes catalog every colonial misstep.