I took a really long time to read this book. Way too long (literally the entire month of October. This fact is ironic, but thou will only get the irony if thou has read the book. So, if thou is curious now, thou should, most definitely, go read this book).
There, I said it for you.
Anywho …. This book was … enchanting; whimsically enthralling; hauntingly beautiful; modern folklore to twist the mind around. It was all of these things and still very, very REAL and RAW. It blurs the lines between using a piece of the plot as a metaphor and this piece simply being a very real part of the story.
So, this whole “Accident Season” happens to this family once a year. Therefore, once a year the Morris family wears several layers of clothes, clumsy/doofus – proofs their house (think of it like baby-proofing, but to an extreme), and basically tries very, very hard to not trip, fall, or scrape anything. Of course, this only barely keeps them out of the local hospital on a regular basis. But wait! Who makes up the Morris family? (I’m so glad you asked!)
The Morris family is made up of four high school teenagers and their way cool artist mama. Alice is the oldest and more resistant to the belief in the “accident season.” Cara and her step-brother (but not really) Sam are the youngest and blame everything that happens during this time on the accident season. And then there is their friend Bea, a rendition of the wild child, but more earthy. Bea is the same age as Cara and Sam and, technically, not related, but still enough apart of the family that she gets affected by the weird juju as well. Oh, and Elsie. [But I’m not explaining her because I am evil and want you to read this book *cackling laughter*.]
Now that we know who this karfuful is all about, time to give you a wee bit about the book. The book follows this family through their current accident season, “‘One of the worst.'” A hospital visit has already happened and there is an eerie mystery going on as well that Cara is determined to figure out. As the book goes on these teenagers are doing teenager-y things (meaning doing things that are most definitely going to get them hurt), but they are being mirrored by fairy-ish changeling creatures.
It is this relationship between the changelings and Alice, Cara, Sam, and Bea that gives this book a folklore feel that pulls you in. Doyle, gives you hints at the beginnings and slowly begins to give you more and more, but it’s never enough so you keep reading and falling in love with this achingly real and magical characters. Then, when you reach the end …
That’s all I’m saying about the ending. But, as if this AHMAZING review *cough, cough, rambling, cough* has not already enticed you to immediately go out and buy this book, there is one more thing. It has a wonderfully grown up lyrical poem/chant/song/prayer (you make the final decision.)