"What follows is the strange and fateful tale of a boy, a girl, and a ghost."
These are the words that captured my attention from the first paragraph (well, i guess more like sentence), but before i go into further detail, lets summarize:
this story is set in the point of view of the ghost Jacob Grimm, who, though his name is pronounced yaw-kub, i never got out of the habit of calling him jacob. though i have to admit, calling him yaw-kub had a glimmer of charm to it. it definitely made me love him more! so, our jacob is watching over a boy named jeremy johnson johnson, a very special boy. jeremy can here jacob talking, as he can hear other ghosts. (this definitely appealed to my paranormal side) everything isnt sunshine and daisies though. so theres this dude: this Finder of Occasions guy. and im sitting here thinking, finder of occasions. nifty name for a bad guy. this story just gets better and better. then i learn that this finder of occasions identity is-hello-unknown and that hes out to get poor jeremy. & our plot has arisen. thank you god for a writer as talented as mcneal. these have been my prayers to bed as of late.
of course, like all of my summaries, i tend to drift off... i cant stick to one thought, especially when ive read a book as fantastic as far far away. seriously. its unfortunate that this is not a series, because i woulda paid some serious cha ching for the next installment, had it been a real thing. lets move on. gotta keep focused.
things i absolutely adored about this book:
1. everything.
2. the names. i mean, come on. sten blix. jeremy johnson johnson. ginger boultinghouse. burpo bowen. the towns name? never better? what the crap. how amazingly amazing. i thought, man, this dude is taking some serious risks. and then i thought, HOLY HECK THIS IS AMAZING.
3. the dialogue. how much more realistic and absolutely adorably awesome can you get than the things ginger says?
4. the characterization. all of mcneals characters were not just characters. they were real people. i loved them like they were sitting next to me, or rather, that i was in the same situations as them, and honestly? i was loving every minute of it. EVERY. SINGLE. MINUTE. :D
5. all of the stories and fairy tales. we constantly had a retelling of some kind of fairy tale and i loved how it was interlaced with jeremys own kind of fairy tale. it was one big kasplosion of fairy tale awesomeness.
6. the emotion. dear god, the emotion in this book. i laughed whenever ginger opened her mouth, swear on my life. i trembled anxiously while jeremy was in the game show, and i nearly screamed when he continued on and on with each question. you almost had me there mcneal. i almost gave up trying to read the book, the emotion had me in tatters. i sobbed my dang face off at the ending. literally. cried. so. hard. i even cried after the game show.
7. the entire freaking plot. how genius. how... just... i dont even know. please. someone explain to me how a human being could have came up with something so wildly perfect? never could i have dreamt up a book such as this. never.
8. jacob grimm. he was a personal favorite. he bout tore me to pieces with how desparing and yet happy he was. he truly cared for jeremy, like he were his own child. the fact that we knew this almost the instant we heard jacob going "the studies, jeremy, the studies" and they didnt know it as much as we did was all the more perfect.
9. the ending. way to tie up the loose ends. a lot of authors tend to forget about things, or overlook them, or simply ignore them. bravo mcneal, because you sure threw in a real tear jerkin ending there. you had to know it was coming, and yet you cried your way through it (or at least i did, i dont know about any other readers or future readers) and asked for a cookie to cheer you up when you finished. (again, thats what i do. i dont know about you other crying pansies out there)
10. the fact that this book exists. god. please. write another one. please. i am mcneals new number 1 fan.
and because i cant not talk about it... THE FINDER OF OCCASIONS! ITS...
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look away if you dislike spoilers though i already added a warning!
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STEN BLIX! WHAT? NO! WHY? HE WAS THE ONLY ONE ON THEIR SIDE AND HE WAS A SUICIDAL PSYCHO? WHHAAATTT? WHAT? WHAT? no. gosh. i kind of knew it was him, and yet, i kept trying to convince myself it wasnt. like, one of the notes i wrote as i read this was "hit me while i was reading. maybe hes the hero and hes there to save them, not to doom them." that was literally not a page before he drugged the snot out of them, stuck them in the back of his truck, drove around sadistically with them in the back of your truck and talked to jeremys parents, WITH THE CHILDREN IN THE BACK OF THE TRUCK, and then proceeded to take them to your secret lair under the not so innocent bakery, lock them up with frank bailey, who, it was painstakingly obvious at least to me, that he was NOT at some super awesome cooking school, and starve them and poison them. WTH. no. get out of here you psycho santa claus. this just proves it: dont trust swedish people.
i kid, i kid. but come on! jolly old sten blix, the guy who makes the princesstartas, which, i was completely convinced was made out of chopped up little children and that was the source of the green smoke, had kidnapped some kids just for putting pop rocks in his cereal and trapped them in his freaky hotel/dungeon basement, starved them and then fed them rat poisoning. then jumped into a fire. this is one occasion where i will not say "YOU DESERVE TO DIE, GO MAIM YOURSELF." instead, i will say, you sir, deserve to be sent to jail where you will experience first hand what you put ginger frank and jeremy through minus the starving/poisoning/creepy night noises bit.
okay. moving on. ive ranted enough.
the romance was good. and by good i mean barely there at all, and no that was not sarcastic. i mean good as in, for once we have a story that survived on its own two feet with barely a lick of any romance at all that 90% of the authors today rely on to keep their books afloat. thank you mcneal for a genuine experience.
now, excuse me while i go cry over my life once again because, a) i cannot speak to ghosts and b) even if i could speak to ghosts, mine probably wouldnt be some super cool one like jacob grimm because he ALREADY MOVED ON.
gosh. i need to quit. im getting to worked up about this. way to worked up. as it happens, i started this book way long ago, had to quit in order to finish some other books, then came back to this one, was once again entranced, and finished it in a single night.
congrats mcneal. what a terrific page turner. you have earned my respect and i love this book from my toes to the tips of my ears. you should most definitely be proud of this achievement. and now, i take my leave. good day, and a+ to you.