ABOUT THE BOOK
Twin sisters Jack and Jill were seventeen when they found their way home and were packed off to Eleanor West’s Home for Wayward Children.
This is the story of what happened first…
Jacqueline was her mother’s perfect daughter—polite and quiet, always dressed as a princess. If her mother was sometimes a little strict, it’s because crafting the perfect daughter takes discipline.
Jillian was her father’s perfect daughter—adventurous, thrill-seeking, and a bit of a tom-boy. He really would have preferred a son, but you work with what you’ve got.
They were five when they learned that grown-ups can’t be trusted.
They were twelve when they walked down the impossible staircase and discovered that the pretense of love can never be enough to prepare you a life filled with magic in a land filled with mad scientists and death and choices.
I decidedly did not have high expectations from this series ever since I read Every Heart a Doorway and ended up feeling quite whelmed about its half-cooked murder mystery plot that severely underutilized its amazingly well-developed set of characters across a range of gender and sexual orientations. However, after having read and adored Down Among the Sticks and Bones, I can’t help but wonder how is it even set in the same universe as Every Heart a Doorway like this is exactly the content I was here for in the first place.
Down Among the Sticks and Bones is as atmospheric as it gets and that is, in part, due to its evocative setting of the Moors. What starts out as a tale with subtle dark undertones brewing under the surface, in a way that you just know in your bones that this story is not supposed to end well, slowly and steadily edges toward a world wholly shrouded in darkness and it is exactly as amplifying in its intensity as it sounds.
Adults are essentially solely responsible for shaping up the minds of children in any way that they like which can easily take a turn for the worse when one has parents like the Wolcotts brining with their harmful per-conceived notions about children and their roles into parenthood. Among all the things that Down Among the Sticks and Bones does, it reinforces the magnitude of the seemingly insurmountable responsibility that is having children and then raising said children which, to be quite honest, is sometimes baffling to me. In the immortal words of Hazel from Saga: ‘The only action that has vaster repercussions for the universe than making a life is TAKING one…which is why I’ll never understand why most people put so little foresight into doing either.’
To that extent, Down Among the Sticks and Bones is much like the countless stories of what happens when two people that are highly unequipped at best and not really meant to be parents at worst act on their ill-advised allure of well-behaved children. While it isn’t always traumatic for the children for their parents to have some hopes and expectations from them, putting insensible restrictions upon them anywhere from enforcing them into strict gender roles to discouraging particular habits from forming never does them, let alone anyone else involved in such a situation, any favors. It always ends in one form of disaster or another that either ends in identity crisis levels of utter rebellion or acute submission and the twins are no exception.
However, it’s not only the Wolcotts who can be held responsible for bending the twins’ personalities so excessively. The Moors were never easy on the twins as the Master and Dr. Bleak further shaped them into two different kinds of monsters but monsters all the same. For Jack and Jill, exchanging one kind of authoritative figure with another comes with its own set of expectations. Destined to deal with death in their own ways, Jack finds love in the form of a resurrected girl while Jill falls deeper into a life of isolation born out of conditional love.
Naturally, towards the end, it’s far easier to sympathize more with Jack than it is with Jill. Yet they’re each a result of their own circumstances and in my view, both twisted in such ways that while sating their deep-rooted desires to do and be exactly what their parents denied them for so long also exploited them so oh so well. So really, the moral of this particular tale is that it’s the adults that should be feared at all times.
Other things of note are the ever-shifting sisterly dynamics that come into play from the beginning encompassing all the stages of a sibling relationship from the hating-each-other-with-a-hot-passion to maybe, just maybe all is not yet lost. It is thought-provoking like all fairy tales are meant to be and the style of omniscient narration works wonders for the story and its pacing. Heart-wrenching and cautionary, Down Among the Sticks and Bones is a modern fairy tale with razor sharp teeth and a slant of light at the end of the tunnel or in this case, at either ends of a staircase.
‘She had tried to make sure they knew that there were a hundred, a thousand, a million different ways to be a girl, and that all of them were valid, and that neither of them was doing anything wrong.’
‘Some adventures require nothing more than a willing heart and the ability to trip over the cracks in the world.’
‘Just because something was unfamiliar, that didn’t mean it had sharper teeth or crueler claws than the monster they already knew.’