The House at Midnight is not a book that is easy to get a hold of. I’m not quite sure exactly why. I don’t know if there was some weirdness associated with its publication or not. If you want to buy a non-Kindle version of this book new on Amazon, you’re going to be shelling out some pretty big bucks for just one book. I’m still kind of mystified why this is. I have the “advanced reader’s” copy that someone got rid of at one point. It’s not for re-sell, but I totally bought it as a re-sell.
Let’s move into a summary of this book. Jo is twenty-nine years old and works for a newspaper. She has a group of friends. They decide to travel into the country where one of their friends has recently inherited lots of money and a large manor house. Yes, this book is set in England. That’s why I said “manor” and not mansion. Ok?
The inheritance of this money and this house is due not to happy circumstances, inheritances usually aren’t. The inheritor, Lucas, has recently lost his mother and his beloved uncle. Uncle Patrick was everything to Lucas especially after Lucas’ own father committed suicide years before.
Jo and Lucas have been best friends for over ten years. They went to college together and they hung out in a totally platonic way, but in reality, they both want to rip each others clothes off. I’m just going to come out and say that to save you the time of trying to figure that out. Jo is impressed with the house. She always admired Patrick. She’s sad that Lucas has lost people he loves, but she’s glad he can do some more of the things he wants. Jo has all these feelings, but she also doesn’t trust the house. She senses that it has this ominous presence. She always feels like there is someone watching.
Time progresses and Lucas decides to move to the manor with his friend Danny. Danny turns out to be a real sleeze-ball that everyone is infatuated with because of his charisma, but really he’s a jerk. He just uses people and never gives back in return. He’s also a class-A manipulator. Everyone in the group realizes this by the end of the book.
Jo and Lucas start going out. Jo wonders it’s because Lucas’ life has been upset, but she goes out with him anyway. Lucas starts drinking. Things get out of hand. Lucas and Jo break up. Craziness ensues.
Lucas finds out more about his parents and supposedly perfect uncle. Blah blah blah blah………
What I liked
Uh….um…what? What am I talking about? For the life of me, I can’t really pinpoint anything I would like to put in this section.
I like Spongebob Squarepants. There, I said it. I know that doesn’t really relate to the book, but I didn’t want to leave you guys empty-handed.
What I didn’t like
It is obvious that I am not very enthused by this book. It felt like it took me forever to read because it was simply full of drama. This book would make a wonderful soap opera, but it doesn’t make a wonderful book in my opinion. Drama this. Drama that. We’re all crazy here. Who is sleeping with who? Who is mad at who? Who is jealous of who? Who is secretly a murderer? It’s just too much. Drama can be very good in a book, but I felt like this was too much drama. It really felt like I was watching an episode of Desperate Housewives.
None of the characters are particularly amazing. None of them stood out to me as examples. A lot of the relationships fizzle out to nothing by the end of the book. I kind of felt as if a high school teenager was writing this book at times.
I am sure Lucie is a nice person, but I am not really a fan of the way she writes. For at least half of the book I was skipping large portions of paragraphs and I wasn’t lost as a result. With a truly well-written book A) you don’t want to skip large portions of paragraphs and B) if you did, you would be confused about what was going on. Words should matter. The sentences composed of words that you choose should matter. It’s nice if you know big words, that’s cool. We all like big words, but those big words actually need to contribute to the story. I’m not harping on Lucie here, I’m explaining this in general.
All the people in this book are terrible. My goodness. You all belong together. You deserve each other.
Why are writers always writing about writers? I am getting really tired of the trend. I cannot tell you how many books I have read where the main character works for a newspaper, a magazine, is a poet, or is an author. You’re a writer, write about an astronaut or something. Be creative. I know people say that you need to write about what you know, I don’t know who said that quite frankly. I think it was actually a line from Little Women. I don’t entirely agree. Sure, you start out writing about what you know, but as time goes on, you learn more and more. You have this wider variety of facts and customs at your brain’s behest. You start out writing about what you know, then you move onto fantasy worlds and astronauts. Does that make sense?
Lucie why didn’t you write about something else? There are two writers in this book, two! One is usually overkill.
Please, all your writers, write about lion tamers or something. As a writer, I don’t want to read a book by another writer about a writer, who is probably writing a book about a writer. This isn’t what people meant when they said write about what you know.
With all of this said, this isn’t a terrible book. There does get to be some real intrigue towards the end of the book. It does keep your attention a little better than the rest of the book. If you like drama, this book is for you. If you’re a soap opera or Desperate Housewives fan, seriously, check this book out.