Book Review: Miss Peregrine's School for Gifted Children, by Ransom Riggs

This one had some potential; it definitely started out pretty good. Confused boy...Jeff? Larry? James? Something like that...we'll call him Jeff. (I probably should remember his name, since I just finished this book not 5 minutes ago.) Anyway, Jeff has a seemingly crazy Grandpa who says he grew up with a bunch of 'peculiar' kids with a bunch of special powers. No one believes crazy Grandpa, but one day Grandpa gets killed by a scary monster. Maybe he wasn't so crazy after all!

Spoiler: he wasn't crazy. He really did live with a bunch of peculiar kids with special powers...in a big secret mansion...cared for by a time-traveling shape shifting headmistress...in a plot that was absolutely nothing like X-Men whatsoever.

The X-Peculiars befriend Jeff and together they must defeat the monster things that killed Jeff's Grandpa. Along the way, they will:

• Swear a lot. PG-13 language, but a lot of it. 
• Travel to distant lands using very flimsy excuses
• Play on a dangerous island with the permission of Jeff's dad, who is really very cool with his son playing on a dangerous like Scottish island that they've never been to and that the locals warn is very dangerous. 
• Try their darnedest to not re-create the nearly exact plot to all of the X Men movies

Unfortunately, they fail in their endeavor of the last bullet. It's almost exactly like most of the X Men movies. All-powerful headmistress with super powers who gets conveniently knocked out of commission at the end, forcing the heroes to face the bad guys on their own, mutant powers, feeling different, being discriminated against, having characters survive the holocaust, and so on.

The good news is, if you like the X Men movies and have a terrible memory, you will not mind this book. It's kind of a Hunger Games for teenage guys, I guess, since there is some light romance but it's all very guy perspective-y. So there's that. 

The author leaves the ending wide open for a sequel, and in fact I've already checked it out from the library. Even though this book was derivative and not technically that good, it was interspersed with some interesting creepy authentic old-timey photos throughout. The author tried to weave them into the story, and hilariously failed, but they're still cool pictures and they help the story move along. 

I recommend this book to people who would prefer to read words rather than stare at their open palms. This book was significantly better than trying to read my hands, which have no words on them whatsoever, unless I'm trying to remember someone's name or other important data, in which case, my hands say 'Tuesday, 7:30.' Again: the book would win. Marginally.