So I finished this about 2-3 weeks ago and haven't uploaded a review yet...whoops...Anyway.
This book wrenched me out of my chaotic, stressy, unorganised life and into a whole new one; the life of Jacob as he journeys to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. His entire family life is shrouded by an feeling of mystery and almost spookiness. Yes, I was kept up quite late at night, having a heart attack every time the bed creaked (or, even worse, when a Divergent poster falls down on your head. You don't recover from something like that).
You could tell that every part of the book was thought out carefully, which resulted in a generally beautiful thing. The vintage photos (which must've taken so long to find) worked amazingly well with the original and gripping writing style. I found myself looking forward to the next picture, even though many of them were almost quite disturbing.
But I have to mention something, which, seriously, I wish I didn't feel (I'm incredibly biased sometimes). Jacob didn't have much to him. He was kind of your average joe, really. Classic 'oh so brave' and the type of person that ventures into a decrepit bomb-hit house on a remote that a load of children probably died in. Seriously, we need some more depth here. I also thought it was slightly weird that he fell in love with his grandfather's lover. (It's not what you think! Seriously, it's definitely legal.)
Having said that, the children he meets are brilliantly complex, and the mystery had me trying in vain to figure it out (which I never did.) And of course, this mystery was tied up perfectly (well. Perfectly for a first book in a series of two) in the last 70 or so pages of pretty much no breathing and jumping out of your skin when your cat jumps up unexpectedly onto your lap.
This book wrenched me out of my chaotic, stressy, unorganised life and into a whole new one; the life of Jacob as he journeys to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. His entire family life is shrouded by an feeling of mystery and almost spookiness. Yes, I was kept up quite late at night, having a heart attack every time the bed creaked (or, even worse, when a Divergent poster falls down on your head. You don't recover from something like that).
You could tell that every part of the book was thought out carefully, which resulted in a generally beautiful thing. The vintage photos (which must've taken so long to find) worked amazingly well with the original and gripping writing style. I found myself looking forward to the next picture, even though many of them were almost quite disturbing.
But I have to mention something, which, seriously, I wish I didn't feel (I'm incredibly biased sometimes). Jacob didn't have much to him. He was kind of your average joe, really. Classic 'oh so brave' and the type of person that ventures into a decrepit bomb-hit house on a remote that a load of children probably died in. Seriously, we need some more depth here. I also thought it was slightly weird that he fell in love with his grandfather's lover. (It's not what you think! Seriously, it's definitely legal.)
Having said that, the children he meets are brilliantly complex, and the mystery had me trying in vain to figure it out (which I never did.) And of course, this mystery was tied up perfectly (well. Perfectly for a first book in a series of two) in the last 70 or so pages of pretty much no breathing and jumping out of your skin when your cat jumps up unexpectedly onto your lap.