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A review by bhall237
Hit And Run by R.L. Stine
2.0
“In a way, Eddie was right. They had all been cruel to him. But no one realized how deeply he had felt the pain from their jokes. They were just jokes, after all.”
Hit and Run is my first non-Goosebumps book that I’ve read from author R.L. Stine, and I feel that if I had read these when I read Goosebumps in the second grade, it would have scarred me. But reading it now, decades later, I am truly horrified by how almost ignorant the ‘90s truly were when it comes to mental disorders. I love the aesthetic of the book, and being written in 1992, it still has the happy-go-lucky charm of the decade without diving into the seedy underbelly that truly defined the decade. What mortified me was the books ability to play off and wrap up Eddie’s mental disorder in less than five pages, and that the corpse of a real human being is used as a comedic gag, in particularly on the very last page of the book. I know I’m reading too deep into this children’s thriller novel from 1992, but these types of events that happens in these older novels just shock me in a sense that I doubt an author would write this way today. It was fun, campy, dumb, funny at parts, and a very short read. I would reread it for fun in the future, mostly for the drama of the average high schooler in the 1990s.
Hit and Run is my first non-Goosebumps book that I’ve read from author R.L. Stine, and I feel that if I had read these when I read Goosebumps in the second grade, it would have scarred me. But reading it now, decades later, I am truly horrified by how almost ignorant the ‘90s truly were when it comes to mental disorders. I love the aesthetic of the book, and being written in 1992, it still has the happy-go-lucky charm of the decade without diving into the seedy underbelly that truly defined the decade. What mortified me was the books ability to play off and wrap up Eddie’s mental disorder in less than five pages, and that the corpse of a real human being is used as a comedic gag, in particularly on the very last page of the book. I know I’m reading too deep into this children’s thriller novel from 1992, but these types of events that happens in these older novels just shock me in a sense that I doubt an author would write this way today. It was fun, campy, dumb, funny at parts, and a very short read. I would reread it for fun in the future, mostly for the drama of the average high schooler in the 1990s.