Title: A Man Came Out of a Door in the Mountain
Author: Adrianne Harun
Genre: Fiction | Horror
Synopsis: In isolated British Columbia, girls, mostly native, are vanishing from the sides of a notorious highway. Leo Kreutzer and his four friends are barely touched by these disappearances—until a series of mysterious and troublesome outsiders come to town. Then it seems as if the devil himself has appeared among them.
Final Rating: ♥♥ and a half / ♥♥♥♥♥
That synopsis had me intrigued. I can never pass up a book that has the mysterious, creepy synopsis. I can never pass up a book where you know nothing about the plot really, but you know that it’s going to be some twisted, dark stuff. I should know by now that most of these books disappoint me, just like this one did.
Which is a shame, because this book had so much potential. It had an interesting premise, a unique setting, and Harun is impeccable at creating a spook-tacular atmosphere. Everything about this book could have been spot-on. This book had the potential to end up in my favorites list. So, where did it fail?
1. The characters were flat and dull and boring. They had no energy to them, no pizzazz, no umph factor. They were just there, and I didn’t care for any of them. I didn’t care for our protagonist or his love interest. I didn’t care for the misinformed best friend, nor did I care for the naive hotel-worker.
2. The characters I did care about showed up twice in the book. We had Hana Swann, who was interesting and mysterious and fascinating. And we get to see her in the beginning, and that was about it really. Then there was Kevin Seven. The mysterious, alluring mister living in a motel who draws in the workers and teaches them card tricks. The devil himself? I have no freaking idea, because he shows up twice and nothing happens. I MEAN, WHY? THOSE WERE INTERESTING ASPECTS TO THE PLOT, but they were NEVER developed. *sobs*
3. Harun, as I have learnt, is typically a writer of short stories. In short stories, things tend to twist and turn a lot because they are SHORT stories. The plot can be dense, but it needs to be carried out in a way that can fit the definition of a short story. However, this was a novel. Harun needs to learn to flesh out the details in the plot a little more, so it doesn’t just seem like a clusterfuck of a read (excuse my french, please). She skims over important parts, and there’s a lot happening in there that doesn’t need to be. It’s a short book, but it just seemed to drag.
So yeah, the book had a lot of potential. The creep factor was fantastic. The atmosphere was fantastic. Even the writing itself was good, but the plot fell flat, the characters fell flat, and there was just too much going on for such a short novel. Boo, because I really was ready to fall in love with this book. Tsk tsk.