If you didn’t know, Joe Hill is the son of Stephen King. His father’s influence is clear in his writing and it felt very much like reading something written by King himself. And me being a big King fan, that’s good news! And if you’re wondering about the title, it’s pronounced like Nosferatu. But you won’t find any vampires, here. At least not in the traditional sense.
It starts out strange and shocking and gets weirder as things go. Though the book is a little longer, the plot flies as fast as Vic does on her Raleigh Tuff Burner bike, with plenty of bumps in the road and plot twists to through you off course.
We’re first introduced to the uber creepy Charles Manx as he’s “dying” in prison. He gets no less creepy as hear about him and Bing on their adventure to bring children to Christmasland—a place where they can be happy forever in a realm that exists in Manx’s mind. Then we meet Vic “The Brat.” Vic, the hero of the story, is tough and a little mixed up as she deals with her parents’ divorce and her strange ability to find things by traveling through a bridge that doesn’t really exist. Each of the characters are vivid and unique and messed up in their own ways.
Like I said, it feels very much like King with its rich description and hint of fantasy in a here-and-now world. Hill’s writing is pretty much perfect. I want to be him when I grow up.
As awesome as the story was, there were some parts that dragged a bit. For example, I don’t think we needed full details of what happened to Manx’s beloved car while he was “dead.” It just made things drag. That was really my only complaint. This story was wildly unique and enjoyable.
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