The visions can’t be unseen, and the story can’t be untold.
2 2/3 stars. Well, I've definitely never started a review this way… but Oliver Seneca's "Faces in a Window" might be the perfect 'horror' book for your kids to take with them this summer to Lutheran Bible Camp. No, I wouldn't go so far as to recommend it for the Catholic community - yes, the whole thing about cover-ups and nasty, evil nuns (though we never learn actually why she was considered either) is presented - but yeah, otherwise, let the kids take this one to read to their bunkmates after lights out. Not that it really qualifies in my mind as the kind of spooky story that would win any brownie points - it's creepy at best and not all that scary - but still, those of you that shy away from blood or an abundance of death or really anything that might keep you up at night would probably love this.
There is no retirement here. There is only one thing, and that’s death.
I mean, to be honest, I'm not really sure if I would actually qualify this overall as 'pure' horror. Is there such a thing as 'cozy horror'? I've read cozy fantasy and cozy mystery books before, with even the occasional romantasy thrown in for good measure, but 'Faces' has bits and pieces of all these but thrown in in chunks. There are obviously bits where we find out about 'The Curse' - not the why's mind you, just the reprecussions of same - and sure, some of the scenes of nightmares and night terrors (the Interweb insists the distinction has to do with REM and the timing of each) are somewhat troubling. But this book also includes vast swathes of talking, mild flirting, and even large amounts of truly quality family time. No sex because that would be sinful but still we do learn quite a lot about our main two protagonists, their hopes and dreams, along with extensive details about their siblings, distant relatives, upbringings, etc. Not really what you might call 'The Stephen King Approach to Horror', no.
They never left and never will leave. They can’t leave.
Basically then, it kind of leaves the entire affair feeling somewhat flat. We know that a horrible tragedy befell the school and eventually we learn about the small town's efforts (read: via 'generous donations' from The Church) to cover up the entire affair. Again though, the only truly demonic, haunting character in the book, Sister Harriet, is consistently described as a lurking, dark entity who apparently prevented the victims from escaping their fiery demise. Why, you ask? Well, we're never told why. She haunts, the kids haunt, the nun appears disheveled but otherwise intact, whereas the kids' heads tend to disintegrate and fall off pretty much all the time. Great. And we can understand why maybe the spirits of the children remain - they seek protection and someone to care for them, even save them - but again, what's up with Sister Von Screamy? 'The reviewer shrugged and moved on from this point…'
The nun was alone, glaring with cold, lifeless eyes that had a strange shine to them.
And look, I am as glad as the next person that the young folks, Ian and Michelle got along so well. What I really didn't want to read was - again - the whole 'gosh, I'm so nervous, will they want to hold my hand?' sections, including just the oddest scene in a Starbucks I could imagine. More than once I wanted to shout DO SOMETHING! instead of just discussing it over and over again. So yes, the book has more than just a bit of repetition to it as we spin our wheels something fierce as the year progresses. And if you take into account that every adult in the school is in fact 'haunted' and/or 'cursed', well, you begin to wonder why no one except for brave Baptist Janitor Rick - who also for some odd reason went to Mass on Sundays - was willing to address the issue at all. Like, at all at all. I mean, did no one just ever not want to stand up and say 'well, I'm old as hell, yes, but at least I haven't been thrown through the windshield of a car yet!'?
She won’t let us out. She’s going to kill us. You have to help us. Please.
So not what I'd call a story that gave me the kind of feeling I tend to look for in books that advertise themselves as 'horror'. Yes, better than the DNF that I electronically threw away a few days ago but still very much lacking for the chosen topic. The book also suffers in that there are more than a few tense disagreements and punctuation errors scattered throughout, but overall, I wouldn't call it poorly executed. It's just not all that good of a story. Which wasn't helped at all by the ending being, well, rather weak and soppy. That really didn't help this experience at all!
No, no. You can’t do this to me! I thought I was done. I thought it was over.
Bottom line is I'm willing to accept that there has been a curse put on a place and a selection of people. However, sorry to be so cynical but that does not mean that every time one of them falls down and skins their knee that they can jump up and scream 'the curse! It's not over! Ahhh!' Really, the whole thing just came across as really, really lame. And with that, instead of 'cozy horror', I'll probably remember this more as 'Hallmark Horror' and leave it at that. Now to find something that actually makes me grimace a little. Hm, what can I cook for lunch…?