Rating: 3.5/5 stars.
Thomas noticed the spider silently treading across the carpeted floor of his bedroom. He froze. Oh snap, he thought, this could be the end of me. He knew that taking innocent lives was sinful, but fear forced him to kill the terrifying creature with his phone book. Then, spiders began to emerge from literally everywhere – out of the windows, the walls, the dresser – and they crawled toward him. Their hairy, black bodies enveloped him and ate him alive.
As most of already discerned due to my lack of activity on Goodreads and WordPress, I’ve been busy. I have resorted to reading right before I go to bed now for ten to fifteen minutes. The Book of Lost Things is not something you should read before going to bed.
John Connolly’s writing in this book feels like a darkened fairy tale. He captivates readers with an entertaining plot and takes them on a journey that includes a variety of allusions to stories such as Hansel and Gretel and Little Red Riding Hood. There are moral lessons aplenty, centering on loss, grief, and the irreversibility of one’s actions.
While I liked the book, I did not love it. I never felt compelled to continue the story after putting the book down. I understand Connolly’s intention of using fairy tales as part of the plot, yet his inclusion of them became overbearing and detracted from the originality of his own story. And, of course, a myriad of disturbing events took place – that’s more of a personal qualm, however.
I recommend this book to fans of dark stories or fairy tales. If you’re like me and run after sighting a spider… well, there are plenty of books in the literary sea.