Kind of like a zombie apocalypse but not really.
Seventeen-year-old Aderyn (“Ryn”) only cares about two things: her family, and her family’s graveyard. And right now, both are in dire straits. Since the death of their parents, Ryn and her siblings have been scraping together a meager existence as gravediggers in the remote village of Colbren, which sits at the foot of a harsh and deadly mountain range that was once home to the fae. The problem with being a gravedigger in Colbren, though, is that the dead don’t always stay dead.
The risen corpses are known as “bone houses,” and legend says that they’re the result of a decades-old curse. When Ellis, an apprentice mapmaker with a mysterious past, arrives in town, the bone houses attack with new ferocity. What is it that draws them near? And more importantly, how can they be stopped for good?
Together, Ellis and Ryn embark on a journey that will take them deep into the heart of the mountains, where they will have to face both the curse and the long-hidden truths about themselves.
Title: The Bone Houses
Author: Emily Lloyd-Jones
Publication: September 24, 2019 by Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Genre: Fantasy, Horror, Historical Fiction
Target audience: Young Adult
Disclaimer: I received a free copy of this book in return for an honest review.
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The Bone Houses was a nice read that I went through much faster than I usually do when it’s an ebook.
While I didn’t really care about the characters themselves (they were rather one-dimensional), the plot was what kept me hooked. It was fast-paced and a perfect combination of action and emotions.
She knew how things died. And in her darkest moments, she feared she did not know how to live.
And of course, being a sucker for mythology and everything fairy-tale-like, I loved the whole atmosphere of the book and the folklore elements.
The forest did not scare her; rather, she wanted to be like it: ageless and impervious, cruel and beautiful.
Death could not touch it.
Going into a book, I’m always scared of the romance. A good romance can bring so much to the novel, a bad romance can completely ruin it.
“You’re lost,” she said.
“I am not.”
“You’re a mapmaker who cannot find a village.”
Thankfully, I really enjoyed this romance. It wasn’t love at first sight but rather slow-burn and I’ll take that over sparks-flying-at-the-very-first-touch every day, thank you very much.
And really, this book isn’t that heavy on the romance. It’s more like a little extra on the side. In The Bone Houses, the spotlight belongs fully to the family dynamics and boy, do I love that.
There was something about siblings – a language that was half memory and half glance. Jests and jibes.
A little predictable, a little forgettable maybe, but an enjoyable atmospheric read (that’s so quotable like damn, I have so many more quotes I want to include in this review).
And perhaps this was the truth about the dead. You went on. They’d want you to.