Riding my Andrew Pyper high, I excitedly grabbed a copy of The Guardians and anxiously looked forward to another scary bedtime read. Much to my chagrin, however, this one was not up to the same caliber as his previous books; all of which left me in a fright-filled slumber.
The Guardians involves the age-old tale of a band of high school misfits who become fully engrossed in the curiosities of an allegedly haunted neighbourhood home. While the story itself was intriguing, it was hard to keep track of both the character’s development as well as the timeline of critical events. The culprit? Way too many flashbacks (at one point I think there was even some flash sideways). This book is written with the chapters alternating between the present moment and then zoning in on one characters recollection of twenty years previous. It was because of these meandering stories that I kept losing interest in the book. The Guardians took me eons longer to read when compared to Mr. Pyper’s other books. However, in the author’s defense, The Guardians was one of his first literary works so it provided a great background for how well he has developed (and improved) as a writer.
Next up on the book shelf: The Road to Little Dribbling by Bill Bryson