Let's Go Play at the Adams

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I’d checked it out from the library and read it in horror not really understanding the full impact of everything as I was only 11 at the time. Moreover, it's hard to express how close Game's End came to being the authorized sequel—even the original author's widow gave her blessings, and many fans consider it canon.

Maybe, as a late teen, my friends and I were so eager to jump into freedom from our parents that we no longer counted ourselves as kids and the adults our enemies.

Reminiscent of the Lord of the Flies, a lost treasure in transgressional fiction, this is a terrifying tale of the evil that lurks inside curious and innocent minds when faced with opportunity devoid of all consequences and barriers. A few years ago, Peter Francis, a British author, wrote "Visiting the Adams," which also went under the title "Let's Go Play at the Adams' 2.

So we have a cult status horror novel that's so despicable people either tore it to pieces or felt like vomiting upon finishing it. Meanwhile, the narration from the Freedom Five’s point of view continues minimizing Barbara’s presence until finally they stop thinking of her as a person at all, instead referring to her simply by her pronouns, and then in the end as “it. Obviously, it’s a bit tougher for myself, being male, to fully relate to the female side of this, but I found Johnson really delved deep into Barbara’s inner workings here.The waiting for what's going to come next, the waiting to see how far the kids will take it, the waiting to see how long Barbara has to endure being tied up, waiting to see how they'll next take away some more of her dignity. Another reader praised the book for its realistic portrayal of helplessness, and showing how one's thoughts would actually wander and what they'd wander to, what one would think and feel, when they're tied up and perpetually helpless. Author Appeal: Some people speculate that Johnson was a sadist and the book is nothing more than an exercise in self-indulgence. But these children are effluent and clever, and they soon become bored with the games they play with each other that can only go so far.

Not in a way that made me feel sick, though, or will stick in my mind particularly more than other gruesome fiction.Again, I have now way of appreciating how utterly barbaric this is, but I’ve seen the news, watched documentaries, read books; surely she would have been more affected, especially being the kind of person she is.

I should start by saying, this book turned out to be nothing like I thought it would be, but that hasn’t let me down. Through the course of the story each role is clearly expressed and there are no doubts that these people act based on their own choices and what, to them, is rational thought and reason. The emotional beats are played just as evilly and with just as much cutoff as anything Barbara experiences, showing us an open door and then immediately and cruelly slamming it shut, closing off every exit on the route to Hell one by one until there’s no escape. This book often gets compared to Jack Ketchum's novel The Girl Next Door, and while there are obviously similarities, I thinks it's a very different book. The spine was immaculate and other than a weird darkening (which was probably caused by water contact) and some pressure indents, the book was in great condition.

When the story is so dark and heavy, you need a bit of a breather sometimes, and you didn’t get much of that with this novel.