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Month: September 2016

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs | Review

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photo of Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children book beside a Halloween skull candy bowl.

3.5 stars


“I had always known the sky was full of mysteries—but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was.” 

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children tells the story of Jacob Portman, and the stories his grandfather told him, the ones he daren’t believe were true.

“A horrific family tragedy sets sixteen-year-old Jacob journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. As Jacob explores its abandoned bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that the children were more than just peculiar. They may have been dangerous. They may have been quarantined on a deserted island for good reason. And somehow—impossible though it seems—they may still be alive.” [summary from Goodreads]

I’d heard about this book for a while, but since the movie has been announced, I decided that I needed to read the book before I saw the adaptation. I borrowed a copy from my friend and was surprised by how quickly I read it.

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Why reading is my comfort and inspiration

A photo of the top three shelves of my bookcase that is scattered with little pop vinyls

“We read to know that we’re not alone”
– William Nicholson

I have always had a passion for books which is why Nicholson’s quote resonates with me. It was through reading that I discovered who I was. Books gave me a way to escape my worries, my stress and anxieties. In books, I was the heroine I longed to be in real life. They also inspired me; I started thinking that I would love to be able to write something that could affect others the way my favourite books affected me.

However, I hit a few bumps in the road. When I was younger, I was bullied and put down by my peers and even some teachers. When I decided to try my hand at writing a few short stories in primary school, I was always proud of the fact that I could write 10 pages where my classmates would only write three. I was filled to the brim with ideas and I couldn’t wait to pour them onto the page creating my own little masterpiece. But a certain teacher tried to squash these habits. I was made to feel bad about writing, because “it caused him to have to stay up late because of how long the stories were”.

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