Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children
Ransom Riggs, 2011
A boy raised on his grandfather’s monster stories follows a trail of strange photographs to a ruined children’s home—and the peculiar children who might be real.
Ransom Riggs
Ransom Riggs built the novel around vintage found photographs he collected at flea markets, writing scenes to explain their uncanny subjects.
Feels like dread, memory and wonder.
The monsters that shaped a childhood were not the ones with tentacles.
My grandfather was the only member of his family to escape Poland before the Second World War broke out. He was twelve years old when his parents sent him into the arms of strangers, putting their youngest son on a train to Britain with nothing more than a suitcase and the clothes on his back. It was a one-way ticket. He never saw his mother or father again, or his older brothers, his cousins, his aunts and uncles. Each one would be dead before his sixteenth birthday, killed by the monsters he had so narrowly escaped. But these weren’t the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around—they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in lockstep, so banal you don’t recognize them for what they are until it’s too late. Books by Ransom Riggs
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