I got this from Amazon for my Kindle because there must have been some kind of special deal. (I checked – it was free). At least, I hope that is what it is because I can’t imagine buying it otherwise.
It has a 4.5 rating on Amazon; I can’t imagine how it managed that.
If you hadn’t figured it out by now (and I know you have because you are a very smart person or you wouldn’t be reading my blog), I didn’t care for this book. This is the first book I’ve read in a long time that I feel owes me for the hours of my life I spent reading it.
It is a mishmash of horror tropes – a little H. P. Lovecraft, a little Stephen King, a little who knows. The writing isn’t even good – it is too repetitive and pointless. He mentions three different characters’ excellent vocabulary four times.
The story doesn’t make any sense. SPOILER ALERT: Why would the children without thumbs kill Anthony’s parents fifteen years after their younger son, Simon, disappeared? Why did the children assume Victorian dress once the big bad guy disintegrate? Did their thumbs grow back? Was Simon the only child he had taken in over a hundred years? What made the big bad disintegrate? Was it Anthony’s pseudo-psychobabble? According to Anthony, a psychology PhD candidate, the big bad is bad because his father was mean to him. What??? The author is credited with a PhD in Psychology. Let’s hope he sticks with his day job (unless it is writing books), except I think he recently published another book.
So, in conclusion, resist the this book. Don’t be fooled by the Amazon ratings. Avoid this book at all costs. I need to go read one of the Brontés, Wilkie Collins, Jane Austen – anybody – to wash my mind out. The sooner I forget this experience the better.