Haunted. That’s one word to describe how the past year has left poor Annie Blunt. First, her husband was killed in a hit-and-run accident, leaving her alone to raise their young son, Charlie. Her personal life in shambles, at least she still had her career to anchor her—Annie was the author and illustrator of a beloved children’s book series featuring a lovable penguin. But then, tragedy bled into that world, too. In one of her books, the penguin crafted wings out of cardboard and tape in a whimsical effort to fly, its message clear: you can do anything you set your mind to. Tragically, a young reader took that message literally, fashioning wings of his own and leaping to his death. Annie couldn’t help but blame herself. Now, she’s haunted by everything she’s endured, unable to write, barely able to live.
Her agent suggests a change of scenery, somewhere far from the noise and reminders of her life in New York City. A quiet town in upstate New York might give Annie and Charlie the space to heal, maybe even help her start on the next book in her series, for which she’s already been paid an advance. Their new surroundings are peaceful, if a bit too quiet, and boredom soon begins to creep in. That is, until Charlie discovers an old, forgotten train set hidden away in a locked shed on the property. At first, Annie is relieved to see her son smiling again. But there’s something off about the toy. At night, Annie wakes to the sound of a train, despite the nearest tracks being miles away. And strange things begin to happen around the neighborhood. Most unsettling of all, Annie finds herself compulsively sketching a new character—one that has no place in a children’s story, and one she doesn’t remember creating. Despite her quest to escape her grief, Annie’s misery may only be beginning.
Only in the capable hands of Linwood Barclay could a model train set become the stuff of nightmares. I first encountered his writing with the stellar thriller A Noise Downstairs, so when his publisher offered me the chance to read his latest, Whistle, I jumped at the opportunity. There’s a timelessness to this terror. Barclay sets Annie’s story in the present day but also takes us back to 2001, offering glimpses of the horror that was and hints of the darkness still to come. We’ve seen where the tracks go before Annie does. All we can do now is look on in dread as it all unfolds. Whistle reads like a classic Stephen King novel. It's full of unsettling scenarios (some of which are genuinely hard to read), but anchored by well-developed characters who bring even the most outlandish moments into sharp, chilling focus. It’s the kind of summer page-turner that demands to be read. Quick, eerie, and thoroughly enjoyable.
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(2025, 40)
The first thing that came to mind when I was reading about the train was Christine. Sad set up with the husband and reader's deaths.
ReplyDeleteThat's a very apt comparison!
Delete"well-developed characters who bring even the most outlandish moments into sharp, chilling focus"
ReplyDeleteTo the best of my knowledge, it isn't common for classic horror to have well-developed characters - it usually relies more on the gruesome aspects of the plot - so this sounds promising!
I was more trying to draw the comparison to King. I feel like he writes the best characters in horror!
DeleteWhat a great premise! And the fact that this one reads like a classic Stephen King novel makes me want to read it even more. :D
ReplyDeleteIt really is a great one!
DeleteOh this sounds creepy. I really like the premise for this one.
ReplyDeleteVery creepy!
DeleteWow, Ethan this sounds creeptastic!
ReplyDeleteIt is! Definitely worth a read!
DeleteSharp chilling focus, that gives me chills
ReplyDeleteHope you enjoy!
DeleteOoh, this sounds spooky but so good! Great review!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeletePoor Annie! Thinking you're going to get a restful haven and do some healing and then...Yikes!
ReplyDeleteIt's a creepy, spooky thrill ride, but gosh, does she have a tough time of it haha.
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