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 decaying bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that Miss Peregrine’s 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.
This book was interesting. Definitely not like anything I’ve read before. It’s like Neverland in Peter Pan, except during World War II.
Although some of the photos in the book were creepy, the story itself wasn’t really scary. I liked how the story was crafted around the pictures. In the back of the book, Ransom Rigs talks about his inspiration for the story:
A few years ago, I started collecting vintage snapshots – the kind you can find in loose piles at most flea markets for fifty cents or a buck apiece. It was just a casual hobby, nothing serious, but I noticed that among the photos I found, the strangest and most intriguing ones were always of children. I began to wonder who some of these strange-looking children had been – what their stories were – but the old photos were old and anonymous and there was no way to know. So I thought: if I can’t know their real stories, I’ll make them up.