Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
I was delighted with this book for the first 120 pages. The cynically weary teenaged voice of the narrator was perfect and I was sticking post-it notes all over the place to mark passages that struck a chord with me. Characters and settings sprang to life. But this was sadly brief. Once the real action of the story kicked in, it became just an enjoyable story of a boy trying to find the truth of his grandfather’s past within the confusing tangle of crazily unbelievable stories the old man had told him. Then the disappointing ending, which was no resolution at all, but was instead a ham-handed “to be continued…” transition to a series of books that I will not read.
I read this for the Young Adult Horror square for the 2016 Halloween Bingo.