Non-Review of Undead

I actually started Undead by Kirsty McKay several years ago, but, for some reason I can no longer recall, I got about halfway through and then never finished it. I remembered enjoying the parts I did read, and so a few weeks ago, when I was looking for a good cold weather book, I decided to check this one out from the library and give it another shot. Was it worth the extended wait?

Well…no, because I dnf-ed it again. I don’t know what it is about this book. It’s entertaining. It’s not badly written. It’s snowy horror and I love snowy horror! But, for one reason or another, I just couldn’t get into it. And so I put it down. Again.

One day, Undead, I will finish you. I will give you the attention you deserve, and I will finish you. I will probably even enjoy you. But today, is not that day. Tomorrow probably won’t be either. But eventually, you and I will be friends, and I’ll follow your snowy zombies all the way to the sequel.

One day.

The Shadowing: Hunted

The Shadowing: Hunted by Adam Slater is a spooky little book, perfect for curling up with on a cold winter’s night. At less than 200 pages, it’s also a short read and with its fast pace, a quick one.

Hunted is about a boy named Callum, who can see ghosts. He’s been able to see them all his life, although he’s never told anyone. The ghosts are spooky but boring; they don’t ever seem to see Callum. Callum lives with his Gran in a little cottage on the other side of woods from his small town. His mum died several years before, and he’s never met his dad, so when he starts seeing other creatures, besides the usual ghosts, he doesn’t know who to turn to. A demon is after Callum, and he’ll have to figure out, quickly, who to trust if he’s going to have any hope of defeating it.

Hunted is the first book in a trilogy, and I am already eager to read the next two books. Although this one could have used a little more depth to its characters, I otherwise appreciated the way Slater immediately plunges readers into the action of the story. The demon on Callum’s trail is legitimately creepy and the murders it commits gruesome. The stakes are set high from the very beginning, and I can imagine the books will only get more thrilling as Callum’s story progresses. I highly recommend this to readers looking for fast-paced thrills and chills. The second book is already sitting on my shelf, so I’ll let you know if it holds up to this one.

Nightmare City

Nightmare City by Andrew Klavan is…not great, if I’m being completely honest. I had high expectations for it; the plot sounded really interesting. Here’s an excerpt from the back cover: “The streets of his town are suddenly empty and silent. A strange fog has drifted in from the sea and hangs over everything. And something is moving in that fog. Something evil. Something hungry. Closing in on Tom.”

Sounds pretty cool right? Unfortunately it’s an interesting idea marred by its execution.

The first problem is the writing. While, based on subject matter and marketing, the book is clearly aimed at teens, the actual writing feels more like it’s aimed at younger children. A lot of the sentences are short, often fragmented. For example, “Tom sat up in bed, tossing the comforter aside. He shook his head to clear it. Weird call. Weird noise. Woke him up out of that great dream too. What was it? Oh yeah, he remembered: heaven.”

There’s also a lot of telling, rather than showing, which can doom a book. We’re told that Tom’s “blue eyes shone out intense, smart, steely and unwavering. His features were narrow and sharp, serious and purposeful…anyone else who looked at him recognized a young man who knew how to go after what he wanted, a young man who could not easily be turned away.” But we’re not shown it. If anything, throughout the book Tom comes across the opposite of all of the above; he’s self-conscious, awkward, and more than a little dense.

Klaven also often feels the need to define things he’s not sure his readers will get, like the definition of “malevolence,” or, more distractingly, during a hospital scene, what scrubs are. This would not be so out of place in a book for younger readers, but it’s kind of insulting to teens to treat them like they need so much explanation.

Then there’s the somewhat heavy handed Christianity aspect. I’m sure there are readers who may not be bothered by that, may even appreciate it, but to me, it came across as distracting and cliche. I was able to overlook it at first, but as it became more overt, it became harder to see past. Especially when Tom talks to Lisa, who discusses with Tom the nature of heaven and gives him advice based on Biblical quotes. She also leaves him with her cross necklace for protection, reminding him that God is with him. Again, I recognize that this will not bother some readers, but I was a little thrown off by my horror novel veering into “Inspirational Fiction” territory. That’s partially my fault though; if I had looked into the author a little more I would have seen that he is also the author of some more overtly Christian works.

Another problem I had is the depiction of women. Calling the female characters weak is an understatement. Lisa is okay; she starts out marginally interesting, although she kind of devolves into a stereotypical “good Christian girl” as the book goes on. Meanwhile, Marie is mostly described by her looks. Tom has supposedly been crushing on her for years, but the book doesn’t really explain why except that she is really pretty. That she eventually turns out to be villainous is telegraphed from the beginning. Between Lisa and Marie, you have the pure good girl and the duplicitous temptress. I am more than a little tired of women being reduced to one or the other in fiction, especially fiction written by men.

Finally, the book is pretty predictable. I don’t want to give anything away, but seasoned readers will probably guess what direction this book is going pretty quickly. That direction also doesn’t happen to be particularly scary, which is a letdown for a book with such a creepy premise.

I read Nightmare City pretty quickly, and I wasn’t ever really bored by it (although certain parts got repetitive), so I’m not going to say you shouldn’t read it. Just be aware of what you’re getting into before opening the cover and maybe you won’t feel as let down as I was. There is probably an audience for this book. It just wasn’t me.

The Night She Disappeared

The Night She Disappeared by April Henry is more of a thriller than a horror novel, but I think the situation (budding serial killer, kidnapping of a teenage girl) is horrific enough to warrant its inclusion in this blog.

The Night She Disappeared begins interestingly enough, with Drew and Kayla working late one night at Pete’s Pizza. A call comes in requesting a pizza delivery; the caller asks for Gabie to deliver it. Gabie isn’t working that night, so Kayla takes the delivery. She doesn’t come back. The book then follows Drew and Gabie as they wonder what happened to Kayla (contrary to the back cover, they don’t really do a whole lot detecting – for the first 3/4 of the book not much really happens; Drew and Gabbie mostly just talk about whether or not they think Kayla’s dead) and Kayla herself, trapped in her kidnapper’s basement. The point of view changes with each chapter, and occasionally, we even get glimpses of the killer’s thoughts.

To be perfectly honest, I did not particularly like this book. The lead characters are boring and flat. We’re told things about them: “Gabie is smart;” “Kayla is fun;” “Drew is poor.” But none of them really act in a way that shows us anymore of their personality. The worst developed is Gabie, which is unforgivable as the book sets her up as the main character. Gabie tends to just behave in whatever manner is helpful to the book at any given moment. She never really develops a believable personality; her behavior is erratic, her thoughts all over the place. There is supposed to be a romance blossoming between Drew and Gabie, but it never comes across as real. The two characters have zero chemistry; I still have no idea what they supposedly saw in each other.

I will take this time to also note that Disappeared, published in 2012, contains the line, “That’s just whack,” a sentence I don’t believe I’ve heard since 1995. I have no idea why Henry thought a teen in 2012 would use this sentence in a serious conversation.

The police also behave bizarrely. Even though Drew tells them that the caller requested Gabie, they don’t even bother to begin to look into the possibility of her being the intended target. They then focus on one suspect based on the sketchiest of circumstantial evidence (on the night she went missing, his truck was seen near where her car was found) , and when (SPOILER ALERT) he kills himself, despite the fact that they still haven’t found anything concrete to tie him to Kayla’s disappearance, everyone just assumes Case Closed and immediately holds a funeral for Kayla, assuming she is dead too. She’s only been missing for a little over a week at this point. You can’t actually declare someone legally dead this early on, even if it is sadly a long time for a kidnapping victim to survive. I doubt any family would be okay with letting go that quickly, and I know the cops wouldn’t be allowed to close a case with such little evidence.

And to top it all off there is an out-of-left-field paranormal element that eventually pops up as well, where Gabie is suddenly telepathically connected to Kayla, or something. There’s also a subplot which never pans out about Kayla leaving her high school boyfriend for an older guy. They never even properly set the new guy up as a red herring. This book is just a mess.

April Henry is apparently a New York Times Bestselling Author, and her work has been praised by other writers I admire, so I’ll likely give another one of her books (possibly the interesting looking The Girl Who Was Supposed to Die) at some point, but I was not impressed by this effort and am baffled why so many people seem to enjoy it.

Favorites: The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

Mara Dyer wakes up after an accident mysteriously kills her friends. She has no idea how she survived. In the wake of the accident, Mara’s family moves to a new town. As more strange things happen around Mara, she begins to realize she has powers that she never knew. When she meets Noah, a swoon worthy boy with powers of his own, she begins to piece together the puzzle of what happened the night of the accident and discovers she’s not out of danger yet.

Going in to Mara Dyer, I didn’t know what to expect, but I ended up blown away. I’m always a little wary of books where romance plays a huge element in the plot, but, not only was I not bothered by it, I actually found myself deeply invested in the relationship between Mara and Noah.

Mara Dyer is the first book in a trilogy, and there’s now a second trilogy from Noah’s point of view, although I haven’t checked those out yet, and I’ve heard mixed reviews. Still, I love love love this book. Super duper recommended.

Favorites: The Fury

The Fury by Alexander Gordon Smith is an epic British horror novel, involving a group of teens who everyone wants to kill. And I mean everyone. One day, they suddenly find themselves inspiring intense, murderous rage in friends and strangers alike, a rage that disappears when they get far enough away. Their would-be murderers then forget everything that just happened. The only people the teens are safe with is each other. They soon realize something much bigger is at stake than their lives, and they may be the only ones who can save everything.

While The Fury is long, it is a quick read and one I recommend to every horror fan, regardless of age.

Favorites: The Blood Confession

I read The Blood Confession by Alisa M. Libby years ago, so I don’t remember too much about it. Honestly, it might be time for a reread. I did love it though, which is why I’m including it in this month’s series of brief reviews of my favorite ya horror.

The Blood Confession is a novel about Hungarian countess, Elizabeth Bathory (using the Anglicized version of her name here), possibly the world’s worst female serial killer (there is some question of the veracity of the accusations against her). This book tells her life story, and there is a supernatural element to it. Bathory receives many visits over the years from a supernatural figure who eventually leads to her crimes and subsequent doom. It’s heartbreaking to trace her path from spoiled, lonely child to hardened killer, but Libby’s writing makes this transformation believable.

The book can be a little bit slow going, especially at first, but I urge readers to stick with it. You’ll be rewarded for your patience with this beautiful, disturbing novel.