I had started reading Libba Bray’s novel while Nick was deployed and the beginning was so unsettling that I had to put it away until he got home.
So home he came and I figured something that scared me that much was perfect holiday reading and made it my goal to get the book finished while we were in Nebraska. Granted, I had over half of it read before we even left.
The novel is absolutely brilliant, a kind of 1920’s X-Men meets religious-creepiness. I maintain the freakiest part of the novel was the murderer quoting “scripture” as he stalked his victims. Totally horrifying.
The thing I liked most about The Diviners was that I didn’t particularly like the protagonist, Evie. She did a lot of growing up through the novel but when she gets out of control she just keeps going, full steam ahead, while being completely aware that she’s out of control. It gets her in to trouble, and it makes her a believable character, but it did have me going “Well, what did you think was going to happen?” quite a bit.
The pacing of the novel (at least the first three-fourths) was perfect. As we reached the climax it began skipping around a lot and quite a few loose ends were left dangling. I’m wondering if Bray hadn’t quite decided on writing a second novel until this point.
All I can say is that the real bad guy better be awesome because John Hobbes is the kind of guy nightmares have nightmares about.