Let me be the first to admit that I absolutely hate to be scared. I am afraid of nearly everything: spiders, the dark, clowns, storms, rodents, evil kids, attics, etc. You get the point. I’m a big ‘fraidy cat. When trailers for scary movies come on TV or anything, I have to close my eyes and cover my ears.
All that being said, I just finished reading a book that terrified me to the very depths of my soul. It is The Devouring by Simon Holt (and, no offense to Mr. Holt, but I think he has to be seriously disturbed to come up with some of the stuff in this book).
The Devouring revolves around Regina and her little brother, Henry. Regina has come across an old handwritten manuscript titled The Devouring. It appears to be a first-hand account of one girl’s encounter with beings call Vours, which steal souls and inhabit the bodies on the coldest night of the year. The Vours eat up light, hate the cold, and thrive on fear. Regina tells Henry the story of the Vours, and, like any little kid, he becomes scared. Little does Regina know that she has opened up a gateway for the Vours to get to Henry.
Overnight, Henry changes. He goes from being a scared but loving little boy to one that kills without remorse and seems to love scaring people. Regina knows that something is off. She begins to realize that her brother has become one of the Vours, and she must find a way to rescue his soul without losing her own.
I almost had to put this book in the freezer a couple of times while reading it. (That’s a reference to a great episode of Friends, in case you didn’t know.) The imagery was vivid, and it honestly scared me. There were spiders, evil kids, killer clowns, and a whole bunch of other stuff I won’t mention.
If you enjoy scary movies, you’ll probably like The Devouring. As for me, I need to read something light and fluffy now so that I won’t have nightmares this weekend.