Christopher Pike has managed to do a rare thing as a writer – to bridge the gap between the adult and teenage fiction markets. He has said that he doesn’t so much write for teenagers, but he writes about teenagers, for adults. The result is a novel with bit more character depth and a bit less candy coating than some of what passes for teenage fiction.
It’s a “murders in the forest” story; we’ve all came across them before. This one, however, strays into some very strange territory that you won’t expect. Although original, the mystical side got a bit too complex for my liking. The characters in the story are nicely drawn, but at times they do things that are totally unbelievable – like going back to the woods to confront your fears, knowing full well that the killer hasn’t been caught. It’s this kind of harsh plot-advancement that spoils the book to some extent. That said, I did enjoy this, and I’m sure I’ll be back for more from Pike.