Vanilla gets a bad wrap. “Why eat vanilla ice cream when you could have something with FLAVOR?” It’s a question that so many people ask. And it really makes sense. Vanilla is that “plain Jane,” creamy, white stuff. Right? WRONG.
A few weeks ago I discovered that my mail was being held at the Post Office. Silly postal service did not get the memo that we had moved. But that’s another story. What matters here is that when I did get my large pile of bills, change of address notices, travel voucher checks, etc. I discovered that I had received my copy of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children had arrived from Quirk Books!
I wish I could say I dug right in and finished the book in a day, but I can’t. Things have been crazy/busy, so it took some time to dive in. And once I did, I could hardly put this book down. Here’s why:
Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children (by Ransom Riggs) is the story of Jacob and his grandfather, Abraham. Like most grandfathers, Jacob’s told stories. These stories were of a particularly bizarre nature. There was the story of a home that orphaned children escaped to during The War (WWII) for protection. This home was a haven for victims of the Holocaust and bombings that had torn their homes — and families — apart. The children that live in this home, according to Abe, had special gifts. There were siblings who could lift heavy objects with ease, a girl who could hold fire in her hands, a boy with bees living inside of him, and an invisible boy. Not your normal orphan spread. All of these special children lived under the supervision and care of Miss Peregrine, or “The Bird.”