It all started with this:
I saw this on someone I follow’s Tumblr. I was immediately intrigued and I reblogged the trailer myself because I thought it looked so fantastic. Carl saw it and was so impressed he immediately went out and bought the book. He couldn’t wait, so he read it. Then he reviewed it. After reading that, well, I just couldn’t hold off any longer. I had to read it immediately too.
And holy cow y’all, am I glad I did. Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children is outrageously original, completely creepy and oh so much flipping fun. (How’s that alliteration?)
Gosh. I don’t know where to start. I can tell you that from page one I was enchanted. It starts out like many YA novels. There is a young boy who feels awkward, doesn’t have many friends, and adores his grandfather who tells him fairytales about his own life growing up on an island, in a home for children. He was sent there as a child for protection from the Nazi invasion. His stories are fantastical; girls who levitate, invisible boys, and the Bird who smokes a pipe and watched over them all. Jacob loves them. He loves them until he outgrows them, that is. It is only after the violent death of his grandfather, when Jacob thinks he saw something… unusual… that Jacob begins to wonder just how fantastic his grandfather’s stories really were. He begins to wonder if his grandfather’s monsters really exist.
What Jacob saw gives him nightmares. His life falls apart. His parents are, understandably concerned for him and so is Jacob. So, with the help of his parent-ordered therapist, he sets out to discover the island and his grandfather’s stories and put all the horror and fear behind him. He finds the island. He finds the house, yet it isn’t what he expected. And what he discovers there will change his life forever.
This book wrapped it’s sweet little Gothic arms around me and held me tight until the very last page. I could not put it down. I did not WANT to put it down. Something about Jacob, and the kids at the Home… they just spoke to me. They are all so extremely different, different in ways I can’t comprehend, but at the same time…I just know. I know what it’s like to feel different. And how it feels to find someone who is different too and the… just… homecoming of that. .
There is so much to love here and I feel like I did it all wrong. I did it wrong because I was impatient and got the eBook. Do NOT read the eBook. Go out and get your hands on a physical copy. The holding of this book is as much a part of the experience as the reading of it. While I got the experience, what with the pictures and whatnot, I did not get the full experience and I damn well know it. Get. The. Book. I may have to get it to read it again. Why do you need the book, the physical hold-it-in-your-hands-book? The pictures. The pictures are such a strong part of the narrative and they just don’t look right in the eBook. And the pictures are just as fascinating as the narrative, especially because they are real. Mr. Riggs says:
As regular readers will probably have guessed by now, I managed to cram just about everything that fascinates me into this book: travel to strange corners of the world, urban exploration, dark fantasy, and creepy vintage photographs. The photos in the book — 50 in all — are all original and never-before-published, found either by me or by photo collector friends of mine, and they’re woven into the story’s narrative. With one or two exceptions, they’re not digitally manipulated at all. – Mental Floss
I can’t tell you how much I love that the pictures are real, that Riggs found them, that they weren’t produced for the book. It’s just so. cool.
So watch the trailer above. Read the prologue and the first chapter. If you aren’t hooked by then? Well, I can’t do any thing more for you and I am so sorry you will miss the amazing experience of reading this book.
Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
By Ransom Riggs
Pub. Date: June 2011
Publisher: Quirk Publishing
Format: Hardcover , 352pp
Age Range: Young Adult
Source: I bought it from Barnes & Noble, for my Nook, just like I said.