Narrator: Christian Rummel
Series: Green Town #2
Published by Audible Studios on October 21, 2014
Length: 9 hrs 5 mins
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A carnival rolls in sometime after the midnight hour on a chill Midwestern October eve, ushering in Halloween a week before its time. A calliope's shrill siren song beckons to all with a seductive promise of dreams and youth regained. In this season of dying, Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show has come to Green Town, Illinois, to destroy every life touched by its strange and sinister mystery. And two inquisitive boys standing precariously on the brink of adulthood will soon discover the secret of the satanic raree-show's smoke, mazes, and mirrors, as they learn all too well the heavy cost of wishes - and the stuff of nightmare.
I finished Something Wicked This Way Comes several days ago, but have been putting off writing about it. Usually I put my thoughts down as soon as I can after finishing a book – I’m notoriously forgetful and if I wait too long I lose a lot of most books. It has to make a major impression to stay with me longer than a week or two. But I don’t know how I feel about this one.
I listened to Something Wicked This Way Comes for the read along hosted by Michelle at Castle Macabre. It’s not something I would have picked up on my own. First, I’m not a huge horror fan. Second, I tend to avoid books that have children/teenagers as the main characters.
- The writing is gorgeous! It makes even the small everyday things seem magical.
- The hero is a middle-aged library janitor who loves books.
- The carnival and Dark are downright spooky.
- The writing made everything seem special, even the sidewalk, which in turn means nothing was really special. It’s too easy to lose the plot in all the descriptions and metaphors.
- I didn’t really care about Jim or Will. They were stereotypical kids and yes, they learned a lot during the carnival’s stay, but I wasn’t really attached to them.
I listened to the audio and the narrator did a wonderful job, but maybe reading it in print would have been better. A little skimming over descriptions might have improved it. I like the plot and it was appropriately creepy. I didn’t care about the musings on youth and old age, good versus evil. They were a bit heavy-handed.
I didn’t love it. It was good and maybe if I had read it 20 years ago I’d feel different. Of course, it doesn’t help that I just read We Have Always Lived in the Castle too, and it was just so much better. On the one hand they’re similar – unsettling, main characters who are teenagers. On the other hand, Jackson’s is so much tighter, each phrase matters, while Bradbury’s words just keep going and going.