I wanted to like this book a lot more, but I had two major gripes with it. But let's start with the good: the story is both an accurate portrayal of the growing pains of an outcast boy, someone who doesn't 'fit' with the mold and actually has odd seizure-like episodes, and an interesting murder mystery from the past, 1946 to be precise, dealing with the relatively unknown history of the US using German POWs as cheap labour during and after WW2.
That said, I still don't know what to make of the prologue and ending. They don't fit with the rest of the book, thematically or stylistically, and they seem to be there just to provide reason for the main characters' powers (and angst) and give him a metaphorical passage into adulthood at the end. As a lover of both fantasy and lovecraftian horror, though, I felt sort of cheated, because we're taunted with a mysterious book, disappearing parents, and a barren 'sideways' world, and then all those thing just get completely forgotten for 90% of the book. If there ever is a sequel, I doubt it will be set in the sideways world, and it will probably start with Christian coming back to our side.
My other issue, more related to modern literature in general than to this book, is that once again the magic guy is semi-autistic and an artist (or viceversa). Really guys, that's kinda offensive, and you being a writer doesn't excuse stuff like that. Channeling visions through painting might seem a romantic idea, but try to imagine if it were making a pie, or brokering a deal, or whatever your day job is. It's just *weird*....Continua