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A review by jensaperstein
The House Next Door by Richie Tankersley Cusick
5.0
I read this book way back when I was in maybe sixth or seventh grade. And then I read it again. And again. And again. Ad nauseum.
After not thinking about this book for literally years now, it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks: the house next door!
Looking back, this book was probably predictable, badly written, and entirely unoriginal. And yet something about it enticed me to fall head over heels in love with it. I had read my copy at least six or seven times, not to mention the countless times I flipped through and reread my favorite sections with relish.
There's something about it that I adored. I can't begin to try to explain the feeling of warmth that it makes me feel, considering that it isn't a particularly heart-warming story.
I can't even write a coherent review of it, either.
Suffice it to say this: I like to think that all of us have something about us that can't be easily explained or expressed.... something that defies logic and rationality... this book is it for me. It honestly has become a part of my history and self that, even though I've always carried it with me all these years, I'm glad to finally now recognize by its proper origin. I love this book with all of my heart, and forever will want a copy of it at my bedside table.
Now--to figure out what the heck happened to my copy of it from all those years ago!
After not thinking about this book for literally years now, it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks: the house next door!
Looking back, this book was probably predictable, badly written, and entirely unoriginal. And yet something about it enticed me to fall head over heels in love with it. I had read my copy at least six or seven times, not to mention the countless times I flipped through and reread my favorite sections with relish.
There's something about it that I adored. I can't begin to try to explain the feeling of warmth that it makes me feel, considering that it isn't a particularly heart-warming story.
I can't even write a coherent review of it, either.
Suffice it to say this: I like to think that all of us have something about us that can't be easily explained or expressed.... something that defies logic and rationality... this book is it for me. It honestly has become a part of my history and self that, even though I've always carried it with me all these years, I'm glad to finally now recognize by its proper origin. I love this book with all of my heart, and forever will want a copy of it at my bedside table.
Now--to figure out what the heck happened to my copy of it from all those years ago!