Zombieslayer/Alienhunter's 31 Days of Hallo-reads #2
Brampton, New York.
December, 1985.
Four friends, Jack, Paul, Chris and Emma, are twelve years old. They're your typical kids in the snow-covered tundra of small town up-state New York. After-school sessions of King of the Mountain, a game of climbing plowed snow piles, snowball fights with the bigger kids, sticking it to their smart-mouthed bullies, life is good.
Then Ronnie Winter moves to town, the week before Christmas break.
The kid himself, (a pudgy redhead lacking in social skills and a little thickheaded) isn't so bad. He's weird, but he's worth a few laughs, and he managed to get a shot in on scariest kid in school, renowned bully Vinnie.
It's his mother, Cassie, that everyone's so afraid of.
With a few words and a stare into your mind, Cassie Winter has you under her control.
At first she's just manipulating the minds of the other kids' parents, gaining leverage on them so Ronnie's new little friends can come play with him.
But people in Brampton are showing up dead.
Murders, brutal ones of the throat-removal and decapitation variety are happening more and more often, and Detective George Kempf is determined to stop whoever is behind them.
Living in the ritzy Steadman estate, a stone's throw from where the first murder happened, Cassie Winter is suspect numero uno.
Brampton just keeps getting colder, and with a killer on the loose and no leads to follow except the one that leads to Ronnie Winter's 'innocent' mother, and the only description being that of a cheap horror movie monster, killing in cold blood is about to take on a whole new meaning.
.... Fall's barely fallen where I live and we're still hitting 70 every other day, yet this book gave me the chills.
What it lacks in dialogue (and boy does it lack in dialogue) it makes up for in atmosphere. Izzo paints a really good picture of a town covered in the white stuff, so thick you can't see and so cold you can't feel your lungs.
I frickin' hate snow. Don't get me wrong, I like that soft, puffy white stuff as much as the next guy and I'm a total snowron when it comes to doing stupid shit when it really comes down, but after a day or two, I'm really though with it. And honestly, the snow we get ain't like that. It's wet, sleety, and freezes icecicles in your hair.
Screw that.
So the idea of being trapped in a winter dangerland with a killer on the loose is a really frickin' good way to scare me.
I didn't understand why this book was set in the 80's at first, (except for some well-placed jabs at Motley Crue and political correctness) but when the lockdown in the mansion happened I got it.
How scary would it be wonder into some creepy tunnels in 2016? Scary, sure, but there's a light and a communications device in your back pocket. You won't be in the dark, and if shit gets real, you can call for help.
This book was set in 1985. If you didn't want to be declared a scaredy cat, (or something a little less G-rated) you went in. If you didn't have a flashlight, in modest terms, you were boned.
At least now you'd have light.
And Anthony Izzo gets the idea that there are few elements of horror as important as darkness.
Now for the dialogue. It's not that it was bad or unrealistic, it was just that it was bland. It was like listening to regular conversation. Izzo's editor should've chopped this a little, maybe taken out the discussions about clothing and household items.
But that was a small annoyance. It was irritating, but didn't ruin the book.
The twelve-year-olds cussing like sailors probably bothered some people.
But get real.
Were you ever twelve?
Good. Then get over it. You cursed.
Last but not least, the humor was fairly good and well-timed.
The part at the dance, though corny and overdramatic, was especially good.
"You're going to dance with someone before we leave."
Chris said.
"I wish someone would ask me to dance," Melanie said, scowling at Chris, who didn't notice.
"Yeah," Chris nudged Paul with his elbow. "Dance with Melanie."
Yes, cornier than a barbeque in Nebraska.
No, don't care.
All in all, this book was a good choice for Hallo-reads. I won't cherish it or think upon it fondly, but at least I'll think "Oh, yeah, I read that one."
Picture an 80's B-movie toned down for middle-schoolers, and you should be just about middle-whelmed.
-Zombie S.A Hunter.