This story is not only down-to-earth it plunges beneath the soil. With coincidental allies and a dose of Ghanaian magic, Serwa takes on a terror. When her parents enroll her in middle school instead, she encounters a buried mystery. Serwa Boateng wants to be the all-time best slayer of adze (fireflies that shape-shift into vampires). SERWA BOATENG’S GUIDE TO VAMPIRE HUNTING By Roseanne A. (I’d say there’s too much focus on the ghost-melting lighthouse technology if it weren’t so bloody fun.) It’s enough to make one overlook occasionally hammy dialogue, muddy magic rules and a slightly waterlogged mystery. Gabe is instantly likable and leads a believable cast with hearts that thump (or did once) through a tangible setting with a deep sense of history. With a high-stakes premise, harrowing growing pains and moments as chilling as midnight ocean spray, Oppel (the author of the Silverwing trilogy, “The Nest,” “Inkling” and, most recently, “Bloom”) plays his readers’ nerves like an out-of-tune harp. When a cannibal spirit slithers out of the ocean, Gabe and his friends must find a way to stop it before it consumes their town’s ghosts along with any secrets they carry.
Teenage Gabe lost his father twice - once to divorce and soon after to death - leaving a hole within a hole that nothing, especially not his summer job hosting tours of a haunted Toronto lighthouse, will fill.
I won’t be tricking you with those here - I’m offering a trio of genuinely ghoulish treats instead. The only things to scream at in this neck of the woods are bland scary stories - those hollow works of splatter, puns and plastic that miss the real message pumping through the Dripping Heart of Halloween. Not now that they home-deliver comics, face cream and meat to keep the worms distracted.
Well, I suppose he doesn’t get out much these days. Night.īut have you heard of the creature who headed in the other direction and never returned? Have you heard of the elf who went to Halloween? (Don’t even get me started on the orphan-murderer in his humbug-infested nightie.) Those beloved characters clawed their way into that sparkle-frosted holiday and the hearts of millions simply by behaving themselves for one night. Remember, you were perfectly comfortable around the smirking green hairball with an extra-small heart and the crooning skeleton in a bat bow tie. I am the KrumblyGhast, risen from your ornament box with ash and apple breezes, October cheer and a rib cage full of … ew, what is that? Before you start screaming, don’t.
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