Patricia WallaceRecensioni

A traditionally trashy 80s paperback horror that might or might not be an AIDS metaphor (it's an evil transmitted by blood transfusions, after all) but is mostly just that traditionally trashy 80s paperback horror phenomenon: too many characters to care about, not enough actual action. A decent effort, nothing special.

This is an oldie from 1989 but one in my collection I itched to read. Who wouldn't be intrigued by that cover?

Weighing in at a mere 289 pages, Monday's Child focuses on a strange girl, Jill, where the reader is never quite sure what she is. I left not knowing either. From the beginning with her bizarre birth, to her strange schooling, and finally some sort of metamorphosis, I still stayed lost but strangely stayed glued to the book. Plot wise not a lot is answered, but the mystery is still fun to sort through, with strange happenings and some semi-compassionate characters. It's nothing overly complex, but it's also not a run-of-the-mill plot rehash, which is a welcome change in horror.

Jill seemed a unique, interesting being - alien? Vampire of sorts? Who knows? - who doesn't feel much emotion for people but does have small smidgings of compassion. I'm still not sure what the ending with her was supposed to signify. Character-wise I grew fond of the mother and aunt, who stood out with their realistic traits and colorful additions. The story is told in third-person, where we're able to jump around in the head of others and know what's happening at all sides.

Suspense is present but not too heady, at the end the climax is fierce enough for this short of a story. Wallace writes well, keeping it simple and sweet, to the point and not weighing scenes down by senseless description. Violence does occur but nothing overtly brutal and high in number. Sex does not play a role in this book in any form. Gore isn't heavy either, but instead more is left to the imagination, particularly with the 'blender' accident.

Strangely the back cover blurb does not exactly match the story. Jill never cries emerald tears, so I'm not sure if the person who wrote the cover blurb even read the story, or if that was emitted later. Also, the town never knew of the doctor's story with the mother disappearing before his eyes. In fact, it shows at the beginning that he clearly chose to tell no one because he knew they wouldn't believe him. A boy never falls out of a oak tree, either.

Overall it's worth a read if it's laying around but not worth searching for to purchase. It's a story that's forgettable but fun to read while experiencing it, if that makes sense. I'm sure all readers here understand my statement when I say that.

This was a good book about revenge, grief, and moving on. I liked the relationship between Wyatt and his daughter Bronwyn.

If you ever wanted to know who you met on the net. A little bit outdated but otherwise very entertaining book.½

I enjoyed this little book. It was a quick read that I didn't have to think about too much, which was a nice change after I had just read a couple of more serious books. I love the cheesy, but creepy, graphics on the covers of some of these older horror books.½