“When someone won’t let you in, eventually you stop knocking.”
A mysterious island. An abandoned orphanage. A strange collection of curious photographs.
A horrific family tragedy sets sixteen-year-old Jacob journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. As Jacob explores its abandoned bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that the children were more than just peculiar. They may have been dangerous. They may have been quarantined on a deserted island for good reason. And somehow—impossible though it seems—they may still be alive.
★★★ 3.5/5 stars.
(I know, I know. I am in the minority for not liking this book THAT much.)
Firstly, I warn all for my strong and (probably) unpopular opinion about this book. Honestly, it’s a 3.5 stars for me. It was OK.
I don’t know what to say except for that I’m extremely baffled about where the story went. I think the cover and back synopsis are a bit misleading, but maybe it was due to my expectations. Yes, I loved the vivid writing and such, but I cannot wrap my head around the story.
I liked it until near the end. There was a literal turning point when things went from “pretty good” to “meh” for me. It felt like the author added unnecessary chaos. I hardly had time to breathe between the scenes, much less the characters. I don’t know, I feel like the author could have kept it simple. And in this case, simple would have been so much more preferred. It was all too much.
I loved the characters, though. Jacob was pretty well-established. He wasn’t flat, but he wasn’t all too fleshed out either. I loved the rest of the characters, excluding his parents and what now. Sorry, no spoilers here.
The writing, in general, was very beautiful. I could actually “see” the scenes as they unfolded. I would read more of Riggs stories just for his writing, but I am still unsure if I want to continue with this series.