Author: David Mitchell
Rated T for twists and turns of the Twilight Zone variety.
Keep your eyes peeled for a small black iron door.
Down the road and then down a narrow brick alley there is an entrance. It leads to the mysterious Slade House. At first, it’s almost as if it lures you in and you don’t want to leave but it’s not long before you notice something isn’t right. You’ll try to leave but can’t. You’re trapped but it’s okay because you’re not the first for it to happen to. The house and its two residents, siblings, draw in the ones that are different, lonely, or just intriguing every nine years because there’s something about them is satisfyingly delicious.
Welcome to Slade House.
This novel was nothing like I thought it would be. What the feck did I get myself into? It was like jumping into a wild episode of Supernatural. This is definitely one for the Winchester brothers. Creepy house with creepy twins that eat the souls of those they entrap like flies to flypaper so they can keep their immortality. This was super fecking weird, guys, but wildly good! Darkly surprising with each story, yet still containing those sips of humor that lighten the book up for a brief moment before diving back into its depths.
My favorite part of this book wasn’t a character or the house. It was the way each following story folded back on moments that have happened previously in the book’s past and how each one of those meticulously left a ripple effect. It just gets me excited when the past comes into the future because that means it happened and it wasn’t forgotten as if never having happened. Sometimes I feel like a story forgets what’s happened in its story when it never reflects on it. Nostalgia isn’t a bad thing but it makes you go, “Wow.”.
Souls. I’ve never gotten a strong image on what souls could look like, but I got some good ones in this book. They’re like jellyfish almost. Makes me giggle a little. Aside from souls, the imagery of Slade House constantly shifted much like the house of Stephen King’s Rose Red (a mini-series that is soooo underrated). I was just constantly impressed and blown away.
Each character varied, yet held insecurity or loneliness that pulled then into the house, and each was unique and tragic that you can’t help but hope they make it out alive. Just when you thought they just might make it out and to safety it’s too late. The antagonists: Norah and Jonah, come across as human and were anything but with how the. Whatever lies beyond their flesh-masks must be horrifying. I get shivers imagining it.
While I didn’t feel emotionally tethered, I was completely engaged and living for this book. Absolute superb and captivating storytelling. It’s sneaky and thrilling, much like Slade House itself and the ending is a mind-bending stunner. I am massively recommending it. Go on. Go put it on your TBR list. It’s worth it.
“…Just ‘cause you hear a ghostly voice doesn’t meant you have to take what it says as gospel.” (p. 71)
“Viewed through my psychic eyeballs, Slade House looks more Rocky Horror Picture Show than ‘a membrane between worlds’.” (Fern, p. 104)
“Sometimes I envy the weeping parents of the definitely dead you see on TV. Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable hemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.” (Freya, p. 146)
“…In all the tales, the myths, the rule is, if you eat or drink anything—pomegranate seeds, faerie wine, whatever—the place has a hold on you.” (Iris, p. 211)
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