Review courtesy of Dark Faerie Tales
Quick & Dirty: How far would you go for what you believed?
Opening Sentence: We’d left my old house as if we were stealing away in the night.
The Review:
The prologue ruined this story for me. It could have been sooo awesome if I hadn’t read that little snippet at the start of the book. It was like a spoiler that was not required – so infuriating! Otherwise, the Cemetery Boys was a thrilling read. It’s dark, morbid and the perfect story for Friday 13th.
Stephen has a hard time fitting into Spencer, a small town in the middle of nowhere, especially since his father didn’t have a great reputation before leaving and he’s living with his grandmother who hates them both. After making friends with a group of mysterious boys, he soon realises that most everyone in Spencer believes in the creepy legend of the Winged Ones. The problem is that the legend is surrounded by death…
“…You guys do this a lot?”
“Some.” He shrugged and then shook his head. “You don’t have to.”
Oh, sure. I didn’t have to drink liquor in the cemetery. Just like I didn’t have to break into the movie theater. Just like I didn’t have to go with Devon in the first place. There was always option B: puss out and go home. Of course I had to. Who did Scot think he was kidding?
It’s clear from the start of the story (and the stupid prologue) that Devon and his gang are dangerous and they share a strong belief in the Winged Ones, but it’s unclear how far they will go in furthering that belief. I know I shouldn’t but I really liked Devon and I hoped so much that he wasn’t the sadistic villain he was being portrayed as. There was immense potential for him to change his ways but alas, every story needs a bad guy (or two!)
“You’re full of shit.” I was pretty sure he wasn’t, but what did I know? Too little, I feared.
“So’s the world, Stephen. It’s also full of monsters with friendly faces.”
I shrugged. “Yeah, well. You’re still full of shit.”
Stephen’s grandmother is rather odd. She might have been more likeable if she wasn’t such a bitter old hag. She hates Stephen’s father for leaving the town of Spencer and hates Stephen by association but that still doesn’t fully explain the reason for such dislike? Plus, I could not understand why she made them both work like animals from the moment of their arrival, was it a punishment or just to show them who was boss?
Standing, I offered her a nod. It was the closest thing to affection that I could freely give the old bat. “You know something, Grandma? You’re all right.”
Snorting, she put her attention on her work, disregarding me completely. It was back to business. “Of course I am.”
Of course she was. She was all right. All right in her bitterness. All right in her hatred. But mostly, all right in her honesty. And maybe that was okay.
The storyline was good, the writing was sinister and overall it would have been a brilliant dark read, if it wasn’t for the spoilerish prologue!
Notable Scene:
I might not believe in the Winged Ones, but the boys clearly did. And belief was a funny thing. It made people do things that theories and ideas couldn’t. Beliefs made people associate with certain people or not. Beliefs made people give money to certain causes or avoid them altogether. Beliefs made people sacrifice, be it luxuries or lives. Ideas could be changed. Theories could be modified. But beliefs were hard-core. They were solid. They were something that the believers took very, very seriously. And the notion that Devon, Markus, and the others believed in something I expected to encounter only on late-night TV scared the hell out of me. Not because the monsters might exist – really. But because my friends might be on their side.
FTC Advisory: HarperTeen provided me with a copy of The Cemetery Boys. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.