Cas Lowood, armed with his late father’s athame knife, kills ghosts. In Thunder Bay, Anna, forever 16, drips blood on her white dress from throat slit in 1958, and rips apart anyone who enters her house – except Cas. He makes new friends – high school queen Carmel, jock Will, admiring nerd Thomas and Tom’s voodoo grandpa Morfran – to fight this demon.
*I actually read this right when it came out in 2011 but my review just wasn’t up on My Shelf Confessions yet! – So here’s a flashback to how I felt!*
Anna Dressed in Blood! – O, How I must gush forth my love of this book like a cut arterial vein spurts hot red blood! Too melodramatic? Alright, so I liked it a lot cut me a little…slack.
Blake’s writing style sucked me in immediately from page one – What with her first ghost being a sweet yet vengeful hitchhiker. We learn that the ghosts Cas spends his time dispatching are more often than not the unfortunate victims of horrible murders. *sad face* Knowing they were the victims in life makes me really want to sympathize with them. There are some excellent skills here in the descriptive writing department that I feel give you just enough without being too much. Kudos to the Editor as well. I don’t know about you, but I hate it when an author over does it; but Blake writes in such a way that I ate it all up. Nothing was too much for me, heck I couldn’t get enough. She’s grabs you by the eyelashes and forces you to see every little bit and eye ache with wanting more.
Onto character development: It was done really well for the main character as well as supporting cast – though I wish there were more for Anna. I think the romance element could have been delved into a bit deeper. Which is a very unusual thing for me to say because normally I think romances in YA are highly overdone. Pretty much though this hits just the right spot for me. The latter half of the book went by so fast that I had some issues keeping straight just how much time had passed. So much so that when I finished I was already contemplating reading it over again. My favorite thing though was that it was serious yet still had plenty of humor. These moments helped keep the book from sinking into creep you out, horror. Although Anna Dressed in Blood is considered horror, I wasn’t creeped out or scared. There were the thrilling moments but I didn’t feel the need to put it down or turn on the lights. I really liked the open ending for the reason that it gave me that feeling maybe there could be a “happy” ending to come.
Odd Thoughts while reading: The name Carmel kept making me want to eat a Twix, I had the urge to fill a mason jar with salt then stick it on my windowsill and I wondered what dried chicken feet looked like. Oh yes, and I felt like watching Hocus Pocus.