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It's been a while since I've read any horror, and I'm glad I returned to it via Joe Hill's NOS4A2.
It's kind of hard to put together a coherent review when I just want to go total fangirl. Also hard not to draw comparisons with Hill's famous father, when their styles are so very similar. But I'll do my best.
Where I really feel this book excelled--and I first learned of this talent of Hill's when he ripped my heart out in Horns--is in the FEELS. Horror story characters are often strictly two--dimensional, despite their writer's best efforts. Not this writer, and not this book. Prepare yourself--for the duration, their emotions are your emotions. They'll creep into your bloodstream and populate your dreams for days.
Of course, all the elements of a great, modern-classic horror story are here--the evil, seemingly indestructable bad guy who preys upon children, the child with a gift who escapes him, only to be forced to face him once more as an adult--but Hill makes these tropes fresh enough that you don't much notice.
(On a completely personal note--our neighborhood has the creepiest ice cream truck ever. In addition to church hymns and cheery classics like "Darling Clementine," it also plays Christmas music in the middle of the summer. Now when I hear it, I'll always have to wonder if it's the ice cream truck, or a Rolls Royce Wraith creeping slowly past my house...)
I was already a fan of Joe Hill after "Heart Shaped Box," and "Horns," but three times is the charm, as they say, and my fan status is now written in stone. Read it. You won't be sorry.
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