From One Book Lover

A series of books is a delight and a weighty responsibility. I have four collections going right now, and I've almost surrendered. Each book in every series is heavy with plot, character development. Tiny frayed threads beg to be woven into the larger tapestry of the rich brocade of, say, A Discovery of Witches or A Map of Time . And yet — How can I resist such luscious stories? I began the All Souls Trilogy in 2011. When the second book, Shadow of Night , hit the shelves in 2012, I nearly jumped at the opportunity to read the first book again so I was properly acquainted with the nuances of the story. Until I read the author's website. Seems there was no release date for the third book. Honestly, I can't remember what I had for breakfast most mornings, so I am wont to begin a series without a strong enough commitment to re-read as necessary — particularly such a rich novel. I waited until I knew the release date for The Book of Life . It's in five months...

... and I can't wait! (For the record, I've pre-ordered it.)

So, what did you think of Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children ? What!? Have you read my review ?  And you still haven't started it? Well, you're a tough audience. Let's see if this won't get you to the bookstore: I know, I know: I don't play fair. But hey, all is fair in love and books. Anyway, if it gets that book in your hands, it's worth it. Let me know what you think when you're done with it.

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 hi...