Down the road from a working-class British pub, along the brick wall of a narrow alley, if the conditions are exactly right, you’ll find the entrance to Slade House. A stranger will greet you by name and invite you inside. At first, you won’t want to leave. Later, you’ll find that you can’t. Every nine years, the house’s residents—an odd brother and sister—extend a unique invitation to someone who’s different or lonely: a precocious teenager, a recently divorced policeman, a shy college student. But what really goes on inside Slade House? For those who find out, it’s already too late. . .
Unable to put this novel down, I finished reading around two in the morning, needless to mention, sleep was hard to come.
Although only 256 pages long, David Mitchell kept me reading every page with anticipation. Slade House is by far one of the more erudite novel of this genre. You will not find bloody scenes, what you will find is exquisite paranormal activity which will entice you as it does the chosen victims, however you the reader will escape...
Every nine years, begining in 1979 you will accompany a special guest to Slade Alley, a tiny black door will open onto a majestic Manor. You will be met by the Grayer twins, Norah and Jonah...we the reader will always escape, not so the guest.
As the novel progresses I found myself wanting to keep reading, the premise David Mitchell presents to the reader is adictive, the ending very satisfying indeed.
I highly recommend this novel to anyone who loves this genre, Stephen King comes to mind, although Slade House seems to me more erudite, exquisitly narrated, very effective indeed.
Slade House is a little jewel.
Thank you to Random House Publishing Group and NetGalley for this advance copy in return for an honest review