Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Potential Locked in The Cellar



By Brie. V



This book kept me on my toes. Natasha Preston's Young Adult Fiction Novel, The Cellar, is likable despite itself, with few flaws in the story line and characters.


I first saw this book when I was with a friend. The front cover intrigued me, but the title immediately made me want to ask her what the book was about. It is a story about a young woman named Summer who is kidnapped. The man who did it had done it many times before, and he has a pleasant future for her, and three other girls, Poppy, Rose, and Violet. At least, according to his eyes.
The book went right into the story, and they added some tension and suspense. All of the kidnapped girls have backstories to tell, about how they were captured in the first place. The man, who tells a fake name to the girls, Clover, is a man who is grieving over his mother's death. He vows to start a new family, and keep them safe from the outside world.  
However, I thought the main character, Summer, was incapable of thinking logically, which caused her to make many stupid decisions throughout the book. I thought of her as a weak character, and an annoying one at that. She would cry, about every ten pages. She was also the  hot but insecure girl that feels like she's not good enough for her boyfriend, which is a terrible cliche. The parts that didn't include Summer bawling her eyes out were at least decent. Now, the main antagonist, Clover (Or Colin), his trademark, so called, heart stopping line, "Good evening, Flowers."  makes me cringe. With embarrassment, not horror. I swear, it sounds like a grandma greeting her granddaughters. Not to mention the reasoning of his insanity is completely illogical. In one part of the book, he mentions that he hates prostitutes. They portray it as a psychological issue, like hating prostitutes identifies you as insane.
To sum it up, if the reader doesn't care about logic, and well developed backstories, they may be able to enjoy this book.

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