I judged a book by its cover. It looks creepy, mysterious, thrilling. It’s not quite fair to say that it isn’t those things, however I am probably not the intended audience. My thirteen or fourteen year old self would have thought all of those things about the novel, my thirty year old self did not. I don’t think I have ever written a bad book review…but this book just didn’t hit the mark for me. Even when I dislike a story, I usually can find something redeeming about the novel – character development, learning new vocabulary, SOMETHING!
It started out promising, with interesting photo’s with a story line that is tailor made to them, twisting and turning effortlessly to match their spookiness. But after a few chapters the plot dies off, the 10 or so characters get harder and harder to keep straight, and I never quite grasped the “loops” and the gravity of their capability.
The ending is lame, with Riggs leaving the reader to surmise what has or hasn’t happened after the peculiars set off on their journey. It seemed like a quickie Lord of The Rings, or Harry Potter to me.
I will pass the novel on to my niece, who is eleven. I think it will open up a world of creativity for her that she doesn’t find in her iPad games. I hope this book will draw her into the world of literacy that so many children have disregarded. I have hope that someone else will enjoy the novel more than I did.