So, when I bought the ‘Mostly True Story of Jack,’ by Kelly Barnhill–I for some reason thought it was going to be like this:
Not saying that I’m disappointed it’s not. Jennifer Garner kind of gets on my nerves, and that little boy looks creepy as hell.
So what actually happens is that Jack’s parents are getting a divorce. And while they ‘get things sorted,’ Jack’s brother goes to stay with friends, while Jack is dropped off at his aunt and uncle’s house.
Understandably, Jack is a little put out to be dumped in a weird house in the middle of nowhere with people he’s never met before. Even though his previous home-life doesn’t seem that enviable—absent in all the family photos, he literally drew a picture of himself and pasted it in. A little heartbreaking, that is.
And of course, the town that Jack’s been placed in is a little creepy, with his aunt and uncle’s house—the purple, green, every-color-of-the-rainbow house that seems to shudder and move, and also gives off electric shocks—well that’s the creepiest of all.
What Jack doesn’t know, and his uncle seems very slow to tell him (more a professor of the Socratic method I suppose) is that he is the key to the awakening of the town and it’s magical, nefarious guardians.
Upon arrival, after being almost ran-over by the town power player, tycoon Mr. Avery, Jack meets Anders, Wendy, and her twin brother Frankie. Frankie was kidnapped several years ago, and mysteriously returned, speechless and with huge, red scars on half of his face.
Then shit gets complicated. Continue reading