FIVE STAR TOUR DE FORCE

Jacob arrived yesterday and, as I am accustomed with all new guests, I took a taste. Just a little taste, mind you. Certainly nothing that would leave a gaping scar. Or so I thought. It was around 8pm. I had just settled-in on the couch for a night of television repeats when I was literally ripped away from the loop by Ozzy’s incessant, annoying, get-off-the-couch-and-go-to-bed, nose prodding. It was four in the morning. Four in the morning? Not possible. I rubbed my eyes and was suddenly aware that they were on fire. I had moved from the couch to the bloodied woods, to the island and into the dark house in a blink. Hadn’t I? I looked at the clock a second time. 

Mind-numbing.

Heart pounding disbelief.

And yet,

I was not ready to close the book.

My eyes were burning and I Did. Not. Want. To. Close. The. Book…..

It was so…

so….

dark and twisted.

 Oh, so very delicious.

Ransom Riggs smudges the line between what we know and what we think we know. I could not stop reading. I didn’t want to stop the madness. The unsettling madness. The words were all over me like bees on honey.

The author lays a head trip on the reader with real photographs that he has strategically placed between the pages.

Between the words.

This is one very frightful and creepy story,

and if I tell you anything about it other than what you already know,

 I will spoil it as I will not be able to stop at giving you just a morsel.

I loved every rush it gave me.

 Every odd,

disturbing bite.

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I've hidden a few spoilers in this post..

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