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Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children) Paperback – Illustrated, June 4, 2013
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Includes an excerpt from Hollow City and an interview with author Ransom Riggs
A mysterious island. An abandoned orphanage. A strange collection of very curious photographs. It all waits to be discovered in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, an unforgettable novel that mixes fiction and photography in a thrilling reading experience. As our story opens, a horrific family tragedy sets sixteen-year-old Jacob journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. As Jacob explores its abandoned bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that the children were more than just peculiar. They may have been dangerous. They may have been quarantined on a deserted island for good reason. And somehow—impossible though it seems—they may still be alive. A spine-tingling fantasy illustrated with haunting vintage photography, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children will delight adults, teens, and anyone who relishes an adventure in the shadows.
“A tense, moving, and wondrously strange first novel. The photographs and text work together brilliantly to create an unforgettable story.”—John Green, New York Times best-selling author of The Fault in Our Stars
“With its X-Men: First Class-meets-time-travel story line, David Lynchian imagery, and rich, eerie detail, it’s no wonder Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children has been snapped up by Twentieth Century Fox. B+”—Entertainment Weekly
“‘Peculiar’ doesn’t even begin to cover it. Riggs’ chilling, wondrous novel is already headed to the movies.”—People
“You’ll love it if you want a good thriller for the summer. It’s a mystery, and you’ll race to solve it before Jacob figures it out for himself.”—Seventeen
- Print length382 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherQuirk Books
- Publication dateJune 4, 2013
- Grade level9 and up
- Reading age14 - 17 years
- Dimensions5.2 x 0.8 x 8.2 inches
- ISBN-109781594746031
- ISBN-13978-1594746031
- Lexile measure890L
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Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children | Hollow City | Library of Souls | A Map of Days | The Conference of the Birds | The Desolations of Devil's Acre | |
Book 1 of the Miss Peregrine series. A mysterious island. An abandoned orphanage. A strange collection of very curious photographs. An unforgettable novel that mixes fiction and photography in a thrilling reading experience. | Book 2 of the Miss Peregrine series. Ten peculiar children flee an army of deadly monsters. And only one person can help them—but she’s trapped in the body of a bird. | Book 3 of the Miss Peregrine series. A boy with extraordinary powers. An army of deadly monsters. An epic battle for the future of peculiardom. | Book 4 of the Miss Peregrine series. New wonders, and dangers, await in this darkly brilliant next chapter for Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children, illustrated with haunting vintage photographs- in full colour. | Book 5 of the Miss Peregrine series. With enemies behind him and the unknown ahead, Jacob Portman’s story continues as he takes a brave leap forward. | The fate of all peculiardom hangs in the balance as Jacob and his friends face deadly enemies and race through history's most dangerous loops in this epic conclusion to the #1 bestselling Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children series. |
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Tales of the Peculiar | Miss Peregrine's Museum of Wonders | |
A companion to the #1 bestselling Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children series! | A deluxe companion guide to the #1 bestselling Miss Peregrine’s Peculiar Children series. Everything you need to know about the peculiar world, written by Miss Peregrine herself. |
Editorial Reviews
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“Readers searching for the next Harry Potter may want to visit Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children.”—CNN
“Riggs deftly moves between fantasy and reality, prose and photography to create an enchanting and at times positively terrifying story.”—Associated Press
“I read all of the Miss Peregrine’s Peculiar Children books and I loved them.”—Florence of Florence + The Machine
“[A] thrilling, Tim Burton-esque tale with haunting photographs.”—USA Today Pop Candy
“With its X-Men: First Class-meets-time-travel story line, David Lynchian imagery, and rich, eerie detail, it’s no wonder Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children has been snapped up by Twentieth Century Fox. B+”—Entertainment Weekly
“Peculiar’ doesn’t even begin to cover it. Riggs’ chilling, wondrous novel is already headed to the movies.”—People
“You'll love it if you want a good thriller for the summer. It's a mystery, and you'll race to solve it before Jacob figures it out for himself.”—Seventeen
“Delightfully weird.”—Good Housekeeping
“One of the coolest, creepiest YA books.”—PopSugar
About the Author
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen. The first of these came as a terrible shock and, like anything that changes you forever, split my life into halves: Before and After. Like many of the extraordinary things to come, it involved my grandfather, Abraham Portman.
Growing up, Grandpa Portman was the most fascinating person I knew. He had lived in an orphanage, fought in wars, crossed oceans by steamship and deserts on horseback, performed in circuses, knew everything about guns and self-defense and surviving in the wilderness, and spoke at least three languages that weren’t English. It all seemed unfathomably exotic to a kid who’d never left Florida, and I begged him to regale me with stories whenever I saw him. He always obliged, telling them like secrets that could be entrusted only to me.
When I was six I decided that my only chance of having a life half as exciting as Grandpa Portman’s was to become an explorer. He encouraged me by spending afternoons at my side hunched over maps of the world, plotting imaginary expeditions with trails of red pushpins and telling me about the fantastic places I would discover one day. At home I made my ambitions known by parading around with a cardboard tube held to my eye, shouting, “Land ho!” and “Prepare a landing party!” until my parents shooed me outside. I think they worried that my grandfather would infect me with some incurable dreaminess from which I’d never recover—that these fantasies were somehow inoculating me against more practical ambitions—so one day my mother sat me down and explained that I couldn’t become an explorer because everything in the world had already been discovered. I’d been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.
I felt even more cheated when I realized that most of Grandpa Portman’s best stories couldn’t possibly be true. The tallest tales were always about his childhood, like how he was born in Poland but at twelve had been shipped off to a children’s home in Wales. When I would ask why he had to leave his parents, his answer was always the same: because the monsters were after him. Poland was simply rotten with them, he said.
“What kind of monsters?” I’d ask, wide-eyed. It became a sort of routine. “Awful hunched-over ones with rotting skin and black eyes,” he’d say. “And they walked like this!” And he’d shamble after me like an old-time movie monster until I ran away laughing.
Every time he described them he’d toss in some lurid new detail: they stank like putrefying trash; they were invisible except for their shadows; a pack of squirming tentacles lurked inside their mouths and could whip out in an instant and pull you into their powerful jaws. It wasn’t long before I had trouble falling asleep, my hyperactive imagination transforming the hiss of tires on wet pavement into labored breathing just outside my window or shadows under the door into twisting gray-black tentacles. I was scared of the monsters but thrilled to imagine my grandfather battling them and surviving to tell the tale.
More fantastic still were his stories about life in the Welsh children’s home. It was an enchanted place, he said, designed to keep kids safe from the monsters, on an island where the sun shined every day and nobody ever got sick or died. Everyone lived together in a big house that was protected by a wise old bird—or so the story went. As I got older, though, I began to have doubts.
“What kind of bird?” I asked him one afternoon at age seven, eyeing him skeptically across the card table where he was letting me win at Monopoly.
“A big hawk who smoked a pipe,” he said.
“You must think I’m pretty dumb, Grandpa.”
He thumbed through his dwindling stack of orange and blue money. “I would never think that about you, Yakob.” I knew I’d offended him because the Polish accent he could never quite shake had come out of hiding, so that would became vood and think became sink. Feeling guilty, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“But why did the monsters want to hurt you?” I asked.
“Because we weren’t like other people. We were peculiar.”
“Peculiar how?”
“Oh, all sorts of ways,” he said. “There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.”
It was hard to tell if he was being serious. Then again, my grandfather was not known as a teller of jokes. He frowned, reading the doubt on my face.
“Fine, you don’t have to take my word for it,” he said. “I got pictures!” He pushed back his lawn chair and went into the house, leaving me alone on the screened-in lanai. A minute later he came back holding an old cigar box. I leaned in to look as he drew out four wrinkled and yellowing snapshots.
The first was a blurry picture of what looked like a suit of clothes with no person in them. Either that or the person didn’t have a head.
“Sure, he’s got a head!” my grandfather said, grinning. “Only you can’t see it.”
“Why not? Is he invisible?”
“Hey, look at the brain on this one!” He raised his eyebrows as if I’d surprised him with my powers of deduction. “Millard, his name was. Funny kid. Sometimes he’d say, ‘Hey Abe, I know what you did today,’ and he’d tell you where you’d been, what you had to eat, if you picked your nose when you thought nobody was looking. Sometimes he’d follow you, quiet as a mouse, with no clothes on so you couldn’t see him—just watching!” He shook his head. “Of all the things, eh?”
He slipped me another photo. Once I’d had a moment to look at it, he said, “So? What do you see?”
“A little girl?”
“And?”
“She’s wearing a crown.”
He tapped the bottom of the picture. “What about her feet?”
I held the snapshot closer. The girl’s feet weren’t touching the ground. But she wasn’t jumping—she seemed to be floating in the air. My jaw fell open.
“She’s flying!”
“Close,” my grandfather said. “She’s levitating. Only she couldn’t control herself too well, so sometimes we had to tie a rope around her to keep her from floating away!”
My eyes were glued to her haunting, doll-like face. “Is it real?”
“Of course it is,” he said gruffly, taking the picture and replacing it with another, this one of a scrawny boy lifting a boulder. “Victor and his sister weren’t so smart,” he said, “but boy were they strong!”
“He doesn’t look strong,” I said, studying the boy’s skinny arms.
“Trust me, he was. I tried to arm-wrestle him once and he just about tore my hand off!”
But the strangest photo was the last one. It was the back of somebody’s head, with a face painted on it.
I stared at the last photo as Grandpa Portman explained. “He had two mouths, see? One in the front and one in the back. That’s why he got so big and fat!”
“But it’s fake,” I said. “The face is just painted on.”
“Sure, the paint’s fake. It was for a circus show. But I’m telling you, he had two mouths. You don’t believe me?”
I thought about it, looking at the pictures and then at my grandfather, his face so earnest and open. What reason would he have to lie?
“I believe you,” I said.
And I really did believe him—for a few years, at least—though mostly because I wanted to, like other kids my age wanted to believe in Santa Claus. We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing them becomes too high, which for me was the day in second grade when Robbie Jensen pantsed me at lunch in front of a table of girls and announced that I believed in fairies. It was just deserts, I suppose, for repeating my grandfather’s stories at school but in those humiliating seconds I foresaw the moniker “fairy boy” trailing me for years and, rightly or not, I resented him for it.
Grandpa Portman picked me up from school that afternoon, as he often did when both my parents were working. I climbed into the passenger seat of his old Pontiac and declared that I didn’t believe in his fairy stories anymore.
“What fairy stories?” he said, peering at me over his glasses.
“You know. The stories. About the kids and the monsters.”
He seemed confused. “Who said anything about fairies?”
I told him that a made-up story and a fairy tale were the same thing, and that fairy tales were for pants-wetting babies, and that I knew his photos and stories were fakes. I expected him to get mad or put up a fight, but instead he just said, “Okay,” and threw the Pontiac into drive. With a stab of his foot on the accelerator we lurched away from the curb. And that was the end of it.
I guess he’d seen it coming—I had to grow out of them eventually—but he dropped the whole thing so quickly it left me feeling like I’d been lied to. I couldn’t understand why he’d made up all that stuff, tricked me into believing that extraordinary things were possible when they weren’t. It wasn’t until a few years later that my dad explained it to me: Grandpa had told him some of the same stories when he was a kid, and they weren’t lies, exactly, but exaggerated versions of the truth—because the story of Grandpa Portman’s childhood wasn’t a fairy tale at all. It was a horror story.
My grandfather was the only member of his family to escape Poland before the Second World War broke out. He was twelve years old when his parents sent him into the arms of strangers, putting their youngest son on a train to Britain with nothing more than a suitcase and the clothes on his back. It was a one-way ticket. He never saw his mother or father again, or his older brothers, his cousins, his aunts and uncles. Each one would be dead before his sixteenth birthday, killed by the monsters he had so narrowly escaped. But these weren’t the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around—they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in lockstep, so banal you don’t recognize them for what they are until it’s too late.
Like the monsters, the enchanted-island story was also a truth in disguise. Compared to the horrors of mainland Europe, the children’s home that had taken in my grandfather must’ve seemed like a paradise, and so in his stories it had become one: a safe haven of endless summers and guardian angels and magical children, who couldn’t really fly or turn invisible or lift boulders, of course. The peculiarity for which they’d been hunted was simply their Jewishness. They were orphans of war, washed up on that little island in a tide of blood. What made them amazing wasn’t that they had miraculous powers; that they had escaped the ghettos and gas chambers was miracle enough.
I stopped asking my grandfather to tell me stories, and I think secretly he was relieved. An air of mystery closed around the details of his early life. I didn’t pry. He had been through hell and had a right to his secrets. I felt ashamed for having been jealous of his life, considering the price he’d paid for it, and I tried to feel lucky for the safe and unextraordinary one that I had done nothing to deserve.
Then, a few years later, when I was fifteen, an extraordinary and terrible thing happened, and there was only Before and After.
Product details
- ASIN : 1594746036
- Publisher : Quirk Books; Reprint edition (June 4, 2013)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 382 pages
- ISBN-10 : 9781594746031
- ISBN-13 : 978-1594746031
- Reading age : 14 - 17 years
- Lexile measure : 890L
- Grade level : 9 and up
- Item Weight : 3.53 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.2 x 0.8 x 8.2 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #23,349 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Ransom Riggs grew up in Florida but now makes his home in the land of peculiar children -- Los Angeles. He was raised on a steady diet of ghost stories and British comedy, which probably explains the novels he writes. There's a nonzero chance he's in your house right now, watching you from underneath the bed. (Go ahead and check. We'll wait.) If not, you can find him on Twitter @ransomriggs.
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But in doing so, it immediately loses most of the mysteriously eerie beckoning which captured the reader's interest in the first place. It is replaced with fairly common themes being thrown at audiences today in just about every scif-fi movie of good versus evil, and those with special powers vs those without powers. However it is not necessarily clear on who is good/evil, and that manages to help keep the reader's interest.
In order to continue to keep the reader's interest in the upcoming books, he will need to tie together some of these glaring details. This will take some doing, as there seems no way to weave the eerie haunting appeal back into the story and hopefully the author has a workable plan.
What is impressive is the fact that Ransom Riggs also produced his own book trailer, and did a very excellent job at it. A quick web search using the Author's name you'll be sure to find his personal youtube site, where you can also see other videos he has made.
The making of the book trailer, (and the book) required significant time on the author's part from finding old photographs (apparently one of his hobbies) to traveling to Europe to get video footage of abandoned mansions. The acting in the trailer is quite adequate as well, and it manages to immediately make you want to buy the book.
Rigg's writing style is a big plus, although the 1st person narrations of the 16 yr old hero seem much more eloquently phrased than your average American teenager. Because the boy was raised in a post WWII Jewish family lends credence to this in spite of the odds that most American kids would not talk that way. The grandfather's use of the Jewish pronunciation of Jacob's name also lends credence and adds to the historical/cultural flavor. It's a nice twist, which tends to make the main character more believable (and likeable).
Rigg's vivid descriptions of physical/visual/taste/smell seemed to be just right, and the reader is not overly bogged down with meaningless detail. This tends to make the novel a very fast reader, one which is filled with believable well described action. However I couldn't help noticing that at the beginning of the book, I was savoring every detail, while towards the end I was doing more speed reading.
There are a few incidents of religious cursing, and some otherwise minor objectionable language (British Pub language). There is some violence, death, and creepy talking to the dead. There are no lewd sex scenes, but a relationship that very well may lead in that direction in upcoming books.
As some have already pointed out... the problem with reading on a Kindle is that much of the picture detail is lost...many with handwritten notes scribbled on them. It may be that those people do not know how to zoom in on a picture in a Kindle. While I own a Kindle, I'm not sure about the Kindle zoom function, as I read my copy of this novel on my laptop using Amazon's online Kindle Viewer. I used the internet web page zoom function. So this issue seems only a minor nuisance.
My gut feeling is the book should be rated a 3 for logistical problems, and the fact that the "haunting beckoning" aspect is lost 2/3 into the book, causing many readers to feel let down. But there is a chance the author can pull it off on the next book, and so I give it 4 stars.
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1. Miss Peregrine seemed to have a sixth sense in that she knew that Jacob was on the island, and actually flew in his window, but didn't seem to know anything about how to avoid the wight when it came, in spite of being told it was on the island by Jacob, and especially at being so experienced in protecting the children for years. She even stated that she was concerned Jacob was followed, but fails to fully explain to Jacob how the monsters/wights work. She is either a very wise bird or a complete birdbrain. Which is is? The inconsistency needs explaining.
2. The operation of the birds and time loops seems to indicate that the bird ladies are also able to induce a "feel good" effect in the loops, keeping the "children" somewhat sedated & immature even though they are of great age, and are literally "bored to death". So much so that for years they go behind Peregrine's back and cause havoc with the townsfolk. Like 'Groundhog Day" gone sick. This power of the bird ladies goes well beyond manipulation of time and shapechanging. It is also manipulation of people's minds. So if the birdies are so powerful, how can a wight capture them unawares so easily? Just because they're using contacts? (BTW, having white eyes mean no pupils or irises - minor technical flub on author's part in only saying "no pupils" - I'm surprised the editors didn't catch it)
3. It's unexplained why Jacob's grandpa didn't spot the wight hanging around the house for years (gardener & neighbor) in spite of being experienced at dealing with them. It might be good to do a book focused mainly on grandpa and events around WWII to solve this. This might also revitalize the "haunting appealing" aspect which was lost in the latter half of 1st book. Cantankerous Polish grandpas help with that. Could flash back/forth in his life.
4. The way the time loops work seems inconsistent. If an apple (or a person) was taken from the loop, and rots in present day (in a few hours) as if the years of time were applied to it, but the opposite is not true, isn't that inconsistent? If Jacob enters the time loop in the past why isn't he reduced to a chromosome? Needs explaining.
5. The explanation was given that if the kids left the time loop into present day for more than a few hours, they would die. So how is it that the kids can go talk to Jacob's dad in the end of the book? This seems unexplainable especially considering the fact that the loop did not reset in 1940, how are they even able to get to present day? You no longer have a resetting loop, but you somehow still have a time tunnel between 1940 and present day? The author completely fails to explain this, and simply rushes the reader right through it. This will need to be explained (likely whenever Miss Peregrine comes to her senses).
6. With the explanation of item 3, should also come the explanation of how "loop traveling" works (mentioned at the end of the book, wights using it). Since the children have a map of the time loops, its only expected that they'll be doing some traveling of their own.
7. Hopefully it will be explained why they kept a body of a dead boy around and continued to awake him even though he would beg to be allowed to die? That is just a weird...cruel... scene which leaves you wondering, and has no explanation? Is Miss Peregrine some sort of pervert?
"I felt even more cheated when I realized that most of Grandpa Portman's best stories couldn't possibly be true. The tallest tales were always about his childhood, like how he was born in Poland but at twelve had been shipped off to a children's home in Wales." (Page 9)
More fantastic still were his stories about life in the Welsh children's home. It was an enchanted place, he said, designed to keep kids safe from the monsters, on an island where the sun shined every day and nobody ever got sick or died. Everyone lived together in a big house that was protected by a wise old bird--or so the story went. As I got older, though, I began to have doubts."
(Page 9)
And I really did believe him--for a few years, at least--though mostly because I wanted to, like other kids my age wanted to believe in Santa Claus. We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing them becomes too high, which for me was the day in second grade when Robbie Jensen pantsed me at lunch in front of a table of girls and announced that I believed in fairies. It was just deserts, I suppose, for repeating my grandfather's stories at school but in those humiliating seconds I foresaw the moniker "fairy boy" trailing me for years and, rightly or not, I resented him for it. (Page 16)
It wasn't until a few years later that my dad explained it to me: Grandpa had told him some of the same stories when he was a kid, and they weren't lies, exactly, but exaggerated versions of the truth--because the story of Grandpa Portman's childhood wasn't a fairy tale at all. It was a horror story. (Page 17)
When his grandfather is murdered under suspicious circumstances he gives his last instructions to Jacob:
I asked him what happened, what animal had hurt him, but he wasn't listening. "Go to the island," he repeated. "You'll be safe there. Promise me."
"I will. I promise." What else could I say?
"I thought I could protect you," he said. "I should've told you a long time ago ..." I could see the life going out of him.
"Told me what?" I said, choking back tears.
"There's no time," he whispered. Then he raised his head off the ground, trembling with the effort, and breathed into my ear: "Find the bird. In the loop. On the other side of the old man's grave. September third, 1940." I nodded, but he could see that I didn't understand. With his last bit of strength, he added, "Emerson--the letter. Tell them what happened, Yakob." (Page 33)
Jacob has nightmares about his grandfather's death and ends up traveling, with his father, to the island his grandfather had talked about for years and spoke of in his dying breath.
I thought mom would object--three whole weeks!--but the closer our trip got, the more excited for us she seemed. "My two men," she would say, beaming, "off on a big adventure!" I found her enthusiasm kind of touching, actually--until the afternoon I overheard her talking on the phone to a friend, venting about how relieved she'd be to "have her life back" for three weeks and not have "two needy children to worry about."
Page 63
And that is how someone who is unusually susceptible to nightmares, night terrors, the Creeps, the Willies, and Seeing Things That Aren't Really There talks himself into making one last trip to the abandoned, almost-certainly-haunted house where a dozen or more children met their untimely end. (Page 99)
Ransom Riggs has throughout the books old photographs to illustrate the story, which is what made Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children create such a buzz when it was initially released. It's a unique concept and the photos add a delightful creepiness to the story, however this is more a mystery/fantasy rather than a horror novel. Actually, it becomes a genre-bending novel in the second half. There are some plot holes, especially in the second part of the novel, when he's on the island.
Viewing the photos might bother some people if you're reading this as an eBook. If desired, you can look online to see the photos larger/clearer. It didn't really bother me on the Kindle. (Actually this has bothered me more with nonfiction books.)
The narrative actually started out stronger than it finished, but all in all I'd highly recommend it. There is a sequel, Hollow City.
Other Quotes:
"I didn't know you could fry toast," I remarked, to which Kev replied that there wasn't a food he was aware of that couldn't be improved by frying. (Page 72)
"When someone won't let you in, eventually you stop knocking. Know what I mean?" (Page 84)
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If you are a person that likes scary books, this is the book for you. This book is about a boy who finds out about his Grandpa's old friends. Be warned, another secret is to behold inside! This was a brilliant book to read and I'm sure you'll enjoy it too.
By Ava, age 10
I like this book because when strange things start happening it makes you want to read on and see what happens. Sometimes it gets confusing but I love all the different ideas of the children! I would recommend it because there is good description and lots of pictures.

Can I just start by saying I haven't seen the film. There's a lot of rave reviews about it in movie land but before I saw it I wanted to experience the book. I prefer to read these 'major motion pictures' before the become 'major motion pictures.'
What I read was a mix of scary, fun, magical, bewilderment, joy, bravery, and of course Peculiar children.
It was fantastic. It's left me wanting a whole lot more which is why I bought the sequel to it, however I'm going to wait a little to digest this one before commencing reading the next.
I loved the whole concept of this book, the imagination of the author is brilliant. From the detail written I could totally imagine myself being there. Encountering what Jacob encounters along the way and being scared at the 'monsters.' It all worked for me.
It's going to stay with me for a while.
Happy Reading :-)

This book was so unique and I was completely hooked once I started. I was up reading late into the night and I really loved the way the photos were incorporated into the story and the book. It was a unique experience to be able to see the characters and added a new dimension to the story. The photos really brought the story to life.
The story was the right amount of eerie and creepy especially as I am not really into these types of books usually.
All the characters were really interesting to read about and the children were especially interesting as they may have been children but they were also over 80 years old due to living in the time loop for so many years. So they were much wiser and mature than you would expect from a child or teenager. They all had distinct personalities and were all really interesting.
They all had really interesting abilities which made them peculiar. And I’m looking forward to seeing more of them and hopefully we will meet new peculiars too.
They also had a lovely family dynamic where they all love and care for each other which contrasted starkly with jacob’s family, who didn’t seem to understand each other even though they did care for each other in their own way.
I also really enjoyed the way time loops were incorporated into the story and it was an interesting way to see time travel as you can essentially go back in time when you enter a time loop.
I enjoyed how we got the backstory of the peculiars through Jacob trying to follow the clues left by his grandfather and having to piece everything together. And then by the end there was some plot twists which I did not see coming at all!
I think the only thing I’m unsure about is the romance between Emma and Jacob. Especially as Emma was romantically involved with Abe, who is Jacob’s grandfather. It felt a little weird to me.
Overall I really loved the story and it wasn’t what I expected it to be. I am really looking forward to continuing the books to see what the children will do next.


Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on May 4, 2019
This book was so unique and I was completely hooked once I started. I was up reading late into the night and I really loved the way the photos were incorporated into the story and the book. It was a unique experience to be able to see the characters and added a new dimension to the story. The photos really brought the story to life.
The story was the right amount of eerie and creepy especially as I am not really into these types of books usually.
All the characters were really interesting to read about and the children were especially interesting as they may have been children but they were also over 80 years old due to living in the time loop for so many years. So they were much wiser and mature than you would expect from a child or teenager. They all had distinct personalities and were all really interesting.
They all had really interesting abilities which made them peculiar. And I’m looking forward to seeing more of them and hopefully we will meet new peculiars too.
They also had a lovely family dynamic where they all love and care for each other which contrasted starkly with jacob’s family, who didn’t seem to understand each other even though they did care for each other in their own way.
I also really enjoyed the way time loops were incorporated into the story and it was an interesting way to see time travel as you can essentially go back in time when you enter a time loop.
I enjoyed how we got the backstory of the peculiars through Jacob trying to follow the clues left by his grandfather and having to piece everything together. And then by the end there was some plot twists which I did not see coming at all!
I think the only thing I’m unsure about is the romance between Emma and Jacob. Especially as Emma was romantically involved with Abe, who is Jacob’s grandfather. It felt a little weird to me.
Overall I really loved the story and it wasn’t what I expected it to be. I am really looking forward to continuing the books to see what the children will do next.


I was not expecting to enjoy this as much as I did but it was phenomenal with beautiful metaphors about monsters both made up and the monstrous acts of men.

The story itself is so gripping, I needed to find out if the children were alive and what had happened to them. It is such an interesting book, completely different to anything I had read before. Each of the children had such interesting powers and although there are other YA fantasy novels which have children with powers this just felt so different to all the others in that category.
It reminded me of Tom’s Midnight Garden where this special place could only be accessed a certain way but it had such a different spin on it and I really enjoyed it. At times it does seem a little bit like a children’s story but the overall creepiness makes it acceptable to pass as a YA novel.
It’s a very mysterious novel that will have you gripped until the very end, just when you think you know what’s happening the story will take an unexpected twist and once again you’ll be sucked in and before you’ve realised it that’s the end of the first book!
Hopefully the next book in the series will carry on with this creepy vibe however if it does just become a children’s adventure story then I think I will be disappointed as I liked that it looked like a horror but had just the right amount of creepiness with the photos to keep me entertained. There are apparently photos in the 2nd book so I think it should be as good as the first, however not too sure about where the plot is going.
I think it is a really interesting book that will keep you gripped, however at some points it may feel like a bit of a children’s book but stick with it because overall I think it is a brilliant book and the description of the house and the other children is so vibrant that you can really feel yourself falling in love with the characters and their various abilities.