The cover captured my attention.
The title, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children,
intrigued me. Above the title was girl in a dress reminiscent of the 1920s,
wearing a tiara, possibly hovering above the dirt and stones under her
feet. Hovering? Pecuilar, indeed.
On the back of the novel were more intriguing photos of
children: painted like clowns, in a bunny suit, a girl with a reflection of two
girls. Ransom Riggs had some
explaining to do.
So, apparently, did Abe, Jacob’s grandfather. Jacob adored
his grandfather and believed the stories behind the photos Abe showed him: a
skinny boy lifting a boulder above his head, a girl holding a ball of fire, a
suit of clothes standing upright without a child in it. Abe told his grandson all about these
children, who were in an orphanage with him when he was a child. Jacob believed
him — until he grew old enough to wonder, and doubt.
That all changed when Jacob received a panicked call from
his grandfather — a call that divided Jacob’s life into Before and After.
Suddenly, that which seemed unreal and fantastic no longer was totally out of
the realm of possibility, and Jacob had to find out whether he was losing his
mind, or finding his true self.
Riggs creates a taut, brilliant story fraught with peril,
wonder, shock, fright and tales too real to be true. His characters are rich and complex, and they carry the
story forward effortlessly. Peppered throughout the book are snapshots that
describe that which sometimes defies description. The book is awash in mystery and amazement: not everything
is explained because some things defy explanation. However, some explanations
in the book make perfect sense, and readers may find themselves looking at the
world differently.
I enjoy books that successfully join images and language,
and I can’t believe I waited so many months — and actually returned my library
copy — before opening the covers of this book. Shame on me! I understand there will be a sequel, and I will be among the first at the bookstore the day it is
released. I can’t wait.
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