The thing about Brom is that you always *want* to love his books, because they look so pretty and dark. They have such pretty, dark covers; such pretty, dark illustrations; hell, even when there's no actual "picture" on a page, the background is probably still dark and pretty. Brom also has a way of coming up with fairly cool ideas and images; in this case, the concept of a demented version of Toy Story, in which the toys of a child's bedroom--in particular, our hero Jack, of Jack in the Box--must battle for their lives against a wicked spirit who intends to kill them in order to possess their child. It's a cool enough concept.
The problem is, Brom can't write for beans, and "The Plucker" is no exception.
"The Plucker" plays out like a Hollywood CGI animated movie, down to the last cliche. The story isn't just formulaic; it literally takes the exact structure of countless animated action/adventure "family" films. You have all the usual roles taken care of: the main reluctant hero; the villain who is sadistic, but too much of a wisecracking eccentric to be taken entirely seriously; the love interest, the Snow Angel, who of course ends up in great peril and must be saved; her ex who she can't really stand but still provides a thorn in our hero's side (how many times have we seen THAT before?); and of course a couple of "helper" friends, one of whom must be the sole "minority" character in an otherwise hoplessly-white story and is probably semi-racist due to their extreme minority-ness. (In animated movies, this is that one character voiced by Queen Latiffa or Chris Rock or someone else who can make some CGI animal seem as stereotypically "black" as possible.) In this case, these characters are a silent Monkey plushie and a kindly housemaid named Maybell who, due to the fact that she is African American and thus simply *must* have an ancestor who knew about voodoo, knows about the Plucker as an evil African spirit, and helps out Jack with various voodoo spells. Verrrry racially sensitive, Brom.
"The Plucker" is also strange because it seems at first to be a children's book, yet it's not 100% appropriate for children. It's written in a cheesy, immature fashion; there's a ton of stupid juvinille humor that I can't imagine anyone over the age of 10 would find funny; and there are constant, cartoonish references to beaten characters "seeing stars" (honestly, Brom, aren't there other ways to describe a character's pain and confusion in battle?). It's all so very childish that an adult reader can't help but feel they are reading something that is below them.
Then the titular villain starts dropping F-bombs. Not long after that there start being a few twisted, mildly violent images; one even shows the snow angel crucified, one of her breasts exposed. Yet even throughout all of this, "The Plucker" is simply not well written enough to be taken entirely seriously or to come across as appropriate for adults. Seriously, there were times when this was even more poorly written than a Darren Shan book--an author who also injects arguably-explicit material (mostly tons of blood and gore) into material that is otherwise too childisly written to appeal to most people who are past puberty.
I'd say then that the only real audience for this book can be younger teens, tweens, etc. who hear the word "fuck" at school every day (even if their parents still tell them not to say it) and have already secretly started watching porn, and have seen enough gory movies (or read enough Darren Shan books) to be quite desensitized to sex and violence. Or just people who can't tell the difference between a well-written book and a poorly-written book. (Here's the test: do you think "Twilight" is well written? If you answered "Yes," then you fall into this category.)
If nothing else, the pictures are pretty, and that's got to count for something. Right? Right?
(On a side note, I must admit that I'm curious about Brom's "The Child Thief," which relies less on pictures; but after stumbling through "The Plucker" and "The Devil's Rose," I'm not convinced it's worth it to try it out--especially given that everything Brom writes tends to be given five stars by the masses, regardless of how formulaic the story is or how clumsy or cheesy the prose is, just because the pictures are pretty and the concepts interesting. I guess that's to be expected these days.)