Synopsis from Goodreads.
HE DOESN’T KNOW IT BUT DOG NUT IS ABOUT TO SET OFF A CHAIN OF EVENTS THAT WILL AFFECT EVERY KID IN THE CITY.
The sickness struck everyone over the age of fourteen.
Mothers and fathers, older brothers, sisters and best friends. No one escaped its touch. And now children across London are being hunted by ferocious grown-ups . . .
They’re hungry. They’re bloodthirsty. And they aren’t giving up.
Dog Nut and the rest of his crew want to find their lost friends, and set off on a deadly mission from the Tower of London to Buckingham Palace and beyond, as the sickos lie in wait. But who are their friends and who is the enemy in this changed world
I have to admit, I wasn’t looking forward to reading this book. Well, I wasn’t not looking forward to it because it’s Charlie Higson and you know you’re pretty much going to be left speechless after you’ve finished one of his books in this series but, from the synopsis I was a bit ‘meh’. I mean, there are only so many times you can read about a group of London misfits walking across the city finding other London misfits and fighting the occasional zombie. Do you get what I’m saying?
And while the second book offered me a chance to find out more about the gang in the Tower of London, I wasn’t especially sold on an entire book about DogNut. Eh, he was a non-character to me in The Dead. I didn’t dislike him but…. Ehhhh.
Oh Mr Higson, you are the King of the YA Castle and all the others are dirty rascals. And I am the fool for doubting that you knew exactly what you were doing.
Because by the time I had finished this book, I was hopelessly devoted to DogNut and I would have followed him all across London in a heartbeat.
Before I go into full on “RA RA RA HIGSON *high kick*” mode, and believe me it’s coming, I might as well get the bits I wasn’t too mithered about out of the way. Because even though I am, um, enthusiastic about these books… there were some parts that I could’ve done without.
Like David. I just don’t get that character at all. And Paul. Actually, that whole…. situation is a bit odd. And Brooke… well, she’s interesting. I haven’t decided properly just yet about our Brooke.
Except when she describes boys as “hunks”. I am very decided on that fact and I have come to the conclusion that no girl ever would describe a guy as a “hunk” without immediately cackling a moment later. But maybe I’m just being a bit picky because I am Team Courtney.
I think the problem with having books like these that have so many characters within them is that you’re bound to get your favourites and I tended to get a bit cranky and impatient when we weren’t spending time with them.
Also, and this is just me being stupid so this doesn’t count as a black mark against the book as such but I had somehow managed to convince myself that one of the story threads was the beginning of The Kid’s story, but it wasn’t. At all. And this made me sad because I genuinely missed him. He’d better be in The Sacrifice or else…. or else.
But soon those minor niggles flittered away because I got to the end and I was flabbergasted. And there aren’t many books I can say that about, which is a shame because I love the word flabbergasted and wish to use it more often.
My favourite thing about this book was that it is so obvious that Mr Higson never ever runs out steam. Usually at this point in a series, the author has run out of things to say, lost their grip on their characters and run out of ideas and the plot is so thin it could get lost in your back teeth. But in this book, and let’s remember this is the third in the series, Higson’s story is still racing ahead and I have absolutely no idea how it’s going to end.
I adore how these kids’ stories have been set in motion right from the beginning and Mr Higson has handed you all the pieces you need to fit them together and just leaves you to it. This actually makes it worse because when the pieces do come together and you’ve worked it all out, you can’t even blame him for all the feelings because he didn’t hide anything from you.
He has obviously thought about every single detail in this series, interweaving the stories and the characters together and ensuring that if he started a character’s story in the first book, he sure as hell finishes it eventually.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that’s my attempt at being cryptic and mysterious because I simply refuse to spoil the bit that got me so worked up. It made me leap across my room and play bookshelf Jenga to retrieve my copy of The Enemy and The Dead and shout “NO BLOODY WAY!”.
Well, ok, I didn’t shout as such but I definitely whispered it in a shocked manner.
Seriously, I have no idea what I’m going to do when this series is over. I’m almost tempted to dress as a zombie and lurch around a group of under 15 year olds in a terrorising manner just so I can feel like I’m back in this story.
But I won’t.
Because that would be odd.
And there is a chance I would get scowled at and/or bottled.