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I remember Nemo and Taneika… we were hanging out chatting about nostalgia… they offered me chocolate and a unicorn, I mean who in the hell wouldn’t say yes to a unicorn?.. and then everything is a happy blur of Nightwish and books and hearts and kitties… And then I wake up here, in a mauve office… Daisy chained to a desk… I have gone where no Redshirt has gone before… Well time for an introduction I suppose.
Good day readers!
I am Archer. I’ve been floating around the blogosphere for about 6 years under various guises and urls… I used to be a co-blogger at Cuddlebuggery book blog, but now I mostly write about games, films, pop culture and nostalgia at Ballad of the Red Shirts… Which brings me to why I am here…
I have, apparently, volunteered (they say ‘volunteered’ I say ‘been coerced by way of pretty girls’) into doing the nostalgia reviews of Goosebumps, as I am a fan boy of all things horror, and R.L. Stine was my literary god as a child.
So keep an eye peeled for me popping up and being… well… me. I promise I’ll try to keep my inner monster under wraps and if you like what you read check out more of my posts over at Ballad of the Red Shirts. All are welcome, and we have a gold logo to boot.
*Archer proceeds to pick up Book #1 of 62 and reads whilst his female overlords look on drinking cold drinks under the beating Australian sun*
“I don’t think he’ll survive,” suggests Taneika as she sips her OJ.
“Of course he won’t,’ chuckles Nemo, “He’s a redshirt. They’re totally expendable.”
Amanda and Josh Benson move into a new house in Dark Falls, where the residents are all zombies who have died while living in the same house and are preparing to make the Benson family one of them, as they need blood to survive.
Hot damn this is a nostalgia trip for me. I only started reading these again after watching the movie (which is amazeballs by the way). Within 2 hours of reading I had finished the first novel (or more technically a novella I suppose).
Good sweet merciful Odin the writing holds up. It’s cheesy and so painfully 90’s that it’s hilarious. I couldn’t help but be whipped back to childhood memories of spending days of the British summer… you know the ones… cold, wet, bloody miserable. You curl up under a blanket and just read. Good times.
Dead House is the perfect introduction to zombie fiction for children. I oddly remembered it as more of a ghost story, but it’s not. The titular dead have physical bodies and melt in sunlight. Not unlike vampires but they weren’t all bleh bleh bleh…
The tale starts off innocuously enough with a family moving house. What would be an exciting prospect for most kids I knew (or maybe it was just me being weird) is treated as a chore by Amanda and Josh, our hilariously suburban main characters.
They quickly settle and make friends with some of the local kids and find themselves playing softball with them daily.
But everything is not as idyllic as it seems. Amanda sees children in their home, has creepy skeletal nightmares, and apparently all of the local kids had lived there at some point in the past… which is where I’d then turn tail and set up camp in the basement or attic with a bat… hey it’s not paranoia if a town of undead creeps wanna eat your face!
But the tale of prepubescent terror culminates one night in the local cemetery when Amanda and Josh are looking for their lost dog…
And I’ll be truly honest… I did not actually expect this to be as well written as it was. I was ecstatic to read a middle grade book that didn’t talk down to the target demographic to such a degree that it’s painful for an adult to read years later.
All in all I’d definitely recommend this to fans who read the series as kids themselves or for parents whose children are looking for creepy kid friendly stories it remains immensely readable nearly 25 years later.
A solid 4 stars… or hearts…. or whatever.