A mysterious island.
An abandoned orphanage.
A strange collection of very curious photographs.
It all waits to be discovered in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, an unforgettable novel that mixes fiction and photography in a thrilling reading experience. As our story opens, 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.
I really expected this book to be good. It seemed creepy, which I like, but sadly it wasn’t. I absolutely loved the idea of the story; a home with children that were more than the appeared to be stuck in time because they are hunted by evil creatures. That’s awesome, but it’s not until you get to the middle of the book that you actually meet them. Till then, the only likeable character is he main character, Jacob.
For the first half of the book it’s just Jacob and his dad in a small village doing basically nothing. I wanted so bad to like this one, but I was very bored with it. I hate myself for not liking it, too. The book is beautiful, the concept was interesting, and it looks amazing on my bookshelf. Ugh, why brain? Why do you not care for it?!
It was apparently a popular book too. I don’t know my mind is trying to be all hipstery, but I haven’t really liked many books that were popular. It suuuuuuuccks. Oh well, I’m at least gonna read Hollow City.