I was in the mood for something creepy and Slade House has been hiding on my shelves for a while. It’s a small book, it can hide easily. I also heard it was related to David Mitchell’s The Bone Clocks, but after a quick Google I guess it doesn’t matter what order you read them in. And yes, I will read The Bone Clocks and probably anything else of his I can find because I really liked what Slade House had to offer.
Down Slade Alley is Slade House. It has been there for many years and yet it only appears every nine years. Guests come in, but they do not come out. Slade House is gripping. I had trouble putting it down because I wanted to know who would survive or if anyone would and I desperately wanted to know what the hell was going on. Not only is this a magical horror novel full of mysteries, twists, and turns, but it is also filled with unreliable characters. The narrators have drug problems, self-esteem issues, or simply aren’t who they appear to be. On top of all the reality bending we can’t really trust the characters we area adventuring around with. The book has chapters that take place every nine years and in each year’s section we are reading from the perspective of someone who does not have an entirely trustworthy world view. These characters are believable even if their perspective isn’t.
I hesitate to say much more, but I would highly recommend this novel. The only thing stopping it from being a 5-star read for me was that I wished the magic and causation for certain happenings was explained a touch more. Maybe I will see more if I read The Bone Clocks?