Broadly speaking, I don't like Manga (sorry, not sorry), though Junji Ito has proven to be the exception. His tales are never dull, at times retch-inducing, and always ghastly. What more could a girl ask for??
Woof. I couldn't put it down. The premise is simple, the themes all too relevant. From the start I cared for the characters, had my stomach clenched throughout the meat of it, and shed a tear at the end. It's horror with a heart!
Look, I cannot even begin to describe the fleshy gloriousness that is this book. Please...just dive in.
This book is like Eileen meets A Confederacy of Dunces meets Sleep Away Camp, set against the backdrop of a possibly haunted boys orphanage. Come for the overly articulate but woefully unaware teenage narrator, stay for the Devils Backbone meets Lord of the Flies vibe.
You might fall in love with Merricat Blackwood, the murderous narrator of this atmospheric, chilling read. You might enjoy the off-kilter, simple - not spare - language Jackson used to craft her story. Or you may simply eat up this delectable table of treachery, magic, madness, and posen.
I credit Adam at the Lake Forest Park store, for introducing me to Robert Aickman. At the time, Cold Hand in Mine was not in print, but his books of "strange stories" are now in wonderful paperback editions by Faber & Faber. The terrors within these pages are subtle and disquieting. Aickman has been compared to Algernon Blackwood and M.R. James, but he may even be better those those acknowledged masters of unsettling fiction. These timeless and creepy stories are extremely well-written and I want to do my part to ensure that Aickman finds the reading audience that he deserves.
Ghost Busters meets Gilmore Girls, Fangirl meets Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Maggie Cunningham comes from a long line of monster hunters, but before she can get her journeymans monster hunting license, she has to lose her virginity, because DUH virginity is like catnip for vampires.