Ransom Riggs’ Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children is exactly my kind of scary (as in
not scary at all but with a high creep factor). Using a series of very strange
and very cool vintage photographs Riggs tells the story of Jacob’s discovery of
Miss Peregrine’s orphanage. Jacob’s great grandparents died in Poland as the
Third Reich entered Eastern Europe, but before that happened they sent their
son (Jacob’s grandfather) to a special home on an island off the coast of
Wales. There Miss Peregrine took care of children orphaned by the war and
hunted by monsters. As Jacob looks deeper into his grandfather’s past he
discovers that Miss Peregrine’s was not a home for ordinary orphans and the
monsters his grandfather fought were more than just Nazis. It all gets a little
overthetop, but it is a lot of fun. Riggs built the novel around actual found
photographs; this creates a few narrative difficulties, but makes for a unique
reading experience.
Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet by Jamie Ford is more
sentimental than my usual fare, but I so enjoyed this novel. I got caught up in
everything that I wanted for the characters and it was often difficult to stop reading.
Ford stays away from soapboxing and moralizing in this tale of love in the time
of Japanese internment and tells a somewhat deceptively simple story of first
loves, family obligations, betrayal, and loyalty. A really enjoyable read and
the book I will be handing out on April 23rd!


It feels strange to say but I had no real emotional
response to Cheryl Strayed’s Wild,
and I typically like this type of memoir for all the feels it provides. I
enjoyed reading about her progress, following her as she hiked the Pacific
Crest Trail in order to kick heroin and become the person she needed to be. I
admired her strength as a person and talents as a writer, but on the whole Wild did not move me. I’m going to chalk
that up to too much hype and expectation. I will definitely be reading more of
Strayed’s work though.