I’m not a doll lover. Well, that’s not entirely accurate. I hate dolls. They’re creepy and have lifeless eyes that are always watching you. God help me if the eyes blink or if I ever come face-to-face with a ventriloquist dummy. I know that I’m not the only one that hates these foul excuses for a child’s toy! Yet, I decided to read this book…
Joyce Parker and her daughter, Taylor, are on holiday in Mexico and how can you go to Mexico and not visit la Isla de la Munecas? Amirite?! Joyce is suitably mortified by the island and its decaying dolls but she explores it anyway. While doing a walkabout, she and her daughter happen upon an old hut which houses a shrine/alter for the little girl who was said to have died on the island. Joyce and Taylor return home, no-one the worse for wear after the disturbing island visit.
Suddenly, Joyce starts to notice strange behaviour from her daughter, and spine-chilling coincidences. She discovers that Taylor has stolen one of the dolls from the island and brought it back with her. Dun Dun DUUUUUN!
The Writing Style
Competent. I’m not sure if that is a compliment or not. It wasn’t bad and there was nothing wrong with the writing but it was uninspiring. There was no sizzle or pop, so to speak. This was a story that I will forget in a day or so and never think about again, largely because of the plot and the style. Technically, it was well done but unremarkable.
This book was truly forgettable. It wasn’t awful or badly written, it was just forgettable. It’s kinda like the literary version of Jessabelle. The characters are two dimensional and the premise is dull. Joyce is meant to be this extremely logical, rational woman. So much so that he husband is divorcing her and taking digs at her lack of spontaneity. She all but forbids her daughter to have imaginary friends because “it’s probably detrimental to her development”. Yet at the first sign of the paranormal she makes all sorts of assumptions! She’s a completely bi-polar character that is simply not well thought out.
The relationship between Taylor and her estranged husband is trivial and forced. We all know how divorcing parents can one up each other and use the child to gain the advantage but sing us a new tune. The husband is a stereotypical artist/bum who’s life revolves around his art. which will never make him money. Of course, don’t forget the conveniently knowledgeable housekeeper on all things mexica.
“‘…Don’t you miss Mexico?’ The Hispanic maid chuckled. ‘I do. Maybe I’ll go back for Christmas.” No-one bothered to tell Taylor that Maria was actually Puerto Rican.”
It feels like Martin wikipedia’ed a few things and wrote a “book”. For someone who cannot be in the same room as most dolls to say that this was an entirely forgettable read means that you really shouldn’t bother.
My rating: 2/5
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