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272 pages, Hardcover
First published June 26, 2018
Her dads chose this place because there would be no Wi-fi or cell reception so they could unplug and it would be just the three of them hanging out, swimming, talking, playing cards or board games without any digital distractions.Peace and quiet, no nearby neighbors, plenty of grasshoppers. Wen is outside collecting some in a jar, to study. She is even giving them names, and making sure to pick smaller ones that will not damage themselves on the jagged edges of the air holes she’s poked in the metal lid. Out of nowhere a very large man appears, Leonard. He might be taller than anyone she has ever met, and he’s as wide as a couple of tree trunks pushed together. He is soft spoken and seems kind, even helps her collect some specimens. But Leonard is (like the Blues Brothers) on a mission from god. He has three other people with him.
Your dads won’t want to let us in, Wen, but they have to. Tell them they have to. We are not here to hurt you. We need your help to save the world. Please.Well, in that case, sure, come on in…or not. Wen, alarmed, runs to tell her dads. The four insist on entering. The dads are determined to keep them out, and the siege is on.
Maybe she should run like Daddy Andrew said, sprint through the room, dodge the turned-over furniture like a mouse through high grass, then onto the deck and outside and away. She can run fast. Her dads tell her that she is fast, so fast, all the time. And they tell her she is shifty. She knows their races are fixed for her to win, but Wen outlasting the catchers in their catch-me-if-you-can games until Eric and/or Andrew are bent over, hands on knees, gasping for air is legitimate. She is shifty. Wen loves this word. It means hard to catch. It means even better than fast; it’s a smart fast.
She knows she’d make it out of the cabin without getting caught if she was to run, but where would she run to? She doesn’t want to accidentally get lost on the dirt roads that fork and branch away leading to nowhere or to worse places than here, and what if she has to ditch the road for the thick woods surrounding the cabin for miles and miles? Her dads were explicit in saying she could not go into these woods by herself under any circumstances because they might never find her again.
Can see why Stephen King endorsed this gripping and horrifying tale....Yikes!
The creepy, unsettling start - - A sweet, but cautious seven-year-old Wen knows very well she shouldn't talk to strangers, but this BIG guy is so nice and is helping her catch grasshoppers after all so everything is copacetic until his repeated requests for her help become frightening.
Run to the cabin she does to warn daddy Eric and daddy Andrew. The cabin doors are bolted....the man as BIG as a boulder and his scary entourage appear, and the relaxing week at the lake turns threatening and deadly.
The menacing visitors....with their ominous tools insist they must be allowed in....just to talk....to explain why they have come to this remote location....to them.
Time is of the essence to prevent the worst....the annihilation of humanity.
No doubt about it, THE CABIN AT THE END OF THE WORLD is a horrific tale, one of sacrifice and survival and for me so much better than A HEAD FULL OF GHOSTS.
Add to your October reads... if you think you can handle a few hours of suspenseful horror and evil-doing.......time is running out.