

She neglects to say why, but that’s as standard. We are clumsily reminded that we are now supposed to be suspicious of Officer Wilden, because Shepard says so. Otherwise we learn nothing knew, and have some old and boring information hammered into our heads once again.īack in the present we pick up exactly where we left off. Hopefully this psychic-bond all the children share will be developed later and the books will take a more Midwich Cuckoos (Village of the Damned) direction. I know there’s somewhat of a herd mentality at Rosewood, but that seems pretty impressive. It also turns out that all 4 of the girls turned up at Alison’s house to steal her flag-piece at exactly the same time, independently of each other. Because if you can’t be the best at something, it’s not worth doing it at all.

We also learn that Rosewood is the type of place that turns 6-year-olds learning to read into an official competition. The prologue flashback is even less interesting this time, since it’s yet more information I do not want about the bloody flag-hunt business (see all of the last book). (See Flowers in the Attic or What Ever Happened to Baby Jane for example) Sadly there is no Grand Guignol horror or grotesque excess here, as there should rightfully be. If you’re going to read something bad, it should be absurdly, histrionically bad. It goes against the tenets of trash writing, which should be so entertaining in its drama that you forgive the ridiculousness. My difficulty is not so much with how bad the books are (after all, there’s no harm in a bit of trash every now and then) as how incredibly boring. After all, the quicker I read them the quicker they’re all gone. I suppose I’d better continue with the series.
