Author: Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti
When a strange accident leaves Jack and Stephanie stranded on a back road in Alabama, they seek shelter in the eerie Wayside Inn. Also at the Wayside Inn are Stewart and Betty and their son, Pete, who run the place, and Randy and Leslie, victims of a similar accident and also stranded. The four of them are victims of some backwoods pranksters, but they’re safe. Or so they think. They are in the middle of a killer’s game, and it becomes dreadfully clear when a tin can is tossed in with rules scratched on it. Rule number two: He will kill everyone who comes to his house. Rule number three: One dead body might persuade him to let rule number two slide. One house, seven players, three rules. Game ends at dawn.
This is one of those books I had the intention of picking up … sometime. I’d enjoyed Frank Peretti’s Veritas Project books, and also Ted Dekker’s Skin, so I figured a book by them together would be good. I finally ended up reading it when my mom wanted to know if she would like it.
And I didn’t even end up finishing House.
My absolute one and only problem was with the characters. I hated them all. Randy was a reckless hothead. Leslie was a wimp. Stephanie was a selfish brat. Jack couldn’t take responsibility for his actions. And the other three were certifiably insane. Jack was the only character I even mildly didn’t mind, but I didn’t like him enough to finish the book.
House‘s main bad guy, I guess you would call him, was a very Dekker-esque psycho with delusions that he killed God, and he can kill anyone else who comes to this house. The house itself was disturbing and had a mind of its own, and would rearrange itself to prevent escape. The whole story had a creepy atmosphere – in my opinion, it’s more horror than anything. Which automatically makes it something that I’m not going to be a huge fan of.
Honestly, even though I’m not a huge fan of horror and psychos aren’t really up my alley, but the house itself would have been enough to keep me reading – if I had liked any of the characters. But, like I mentioned before, there wasn’t a one of them I wanted to spend a whole book with, let alone a book whose plot isn’t exactly the kind of thing I go for.
My main problem with House was me, not the book. It strikes me as something that people who like horror/thriller books would enjoy. It just wasn’t my thing.