[Book Review] The Chalk Man by C.J. Tudor

The Chalk Man by C.J. Tudor is a wonderfully written mystery/thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat! Make sure to start this one on your next day off; you won’t be able to put it down!

Let’s dive in to my review!

My Thoughts on The Chalk Man by C.J. Tudor 

Oh my goodness. The Chalk Man was one of my most anticipated book releases of 2018 and I am so happy to say that it lived up to my expectations!

Right from page one, I was hooked. I would recommend picking this one up on a day that you can just sit and read. I made the mistake of starting this one before I had a number of plans already set up… When I wasn’t reading, my thoughts kept turning back to the book; I couldn’t wait to pick it up again!

The writing style was lovely. Everything flowed so well! When I saw that this book was organized in two timelines, the past set in the 1980’s and the present of 2016, I was a little nervous. However, this author did something that I personally haven’t seen before but I LOVE! Each chapter ended in varying levels of cliffhangers before swapping into the next timeline. But at the same time, each chapter flowed seamlessly into the next. And when we jumped back to the other timeline, we picked right up where we had left off! Wonderful!

The characters were all perfectly developed for their roles. I really enjoyed following the main character through both the past and the preset, and learning about how he interacted with all of the other characters over time.

The plot, I can’t go into because it would totally spoil it! So I will just leave it with this; I loved the little hints that were dropped here and there. Now that I have read the conclusion, more of them are beginning to stand out in my memory.

I cannot wait to re-read it!

My Favorite Passages from The Chalk Man

There were extensive searches, questions and appeals but, despite the best efforts of all the detectives and all the town’s men, her head was never found, and the girl in the woods was never put together again.

If our world was a snow globe, it was the day some casual god came along, shook it hard and set it back down again. Even when the foam and flakes had settled, things weren’t the way they were before. Not exactly. They might have looked the same through the glass but, on the inside, everything was different.

She was tall, with short dark hair, and brown eyes that could bubble with fun or blaze almost black when she was angry (and, like the Incredible Hulk, you didn’t want to make her angry).

My hair is still thick and mostly dark, but my laughter lines lost their sense of humor some time ago.

Of course, the facts have been embellished over time, the truth gradually worn away at the edges. History itself is only ever a story, told by the ones who survived it.

I hate it when people ring the doorbell and use the knocker, implying that I must be incapable of hearing or that their need to enter is so urgent it requires a full frontal assault on the exterior of my property.

I worried about other stuff, too. People think kids’ lives are worry free. But that’s not the case. Kids’ worries are bigger because we’re smaller.

Did we become a bit obsessed with it all? I guess. But then that’s what kids do. Get obsessive over things for a few weeks or months, then wear that idea down into the ground until it’s no good and can’t be played ever again.

I push the door open. It feels cold in here, too. Not normal cold. Not the slight chill of a house at nighttime. This type of cold wraps itself around your bones and sits like a lump of ice in your intestines. Fear-cold.

We think we want answers. But what we really want are the right answers. Human nature. We ask questions that we hope will give us the truth we want to hear. The problem is, you can’t choose your truths. Truth has a habit of simply being the truth. The only real choice you have is whether to believe it or not.

Maybe it’s time to take a ride all the way back down good old memory lane. Except, this is not a sun-dappled stroll along the path of fond recollections. This particular route is dark, overgrown with tangled knots of lies and secrets, and full of potholes. And along the way, there are chalk men.

None of it was true, but rumors are like germs. They spread and multiply almost in a breath and, before you known it, everyone is contaminated.

Every kid wants to find a dead body. About the only thing that a twelve-year-old boy wants to find more is a spaceship, buried treasure or a porn mag.

“We didn’t say that, Eddie.”
They didn’t have to. I was twelve, not stupid.

I arrive back just after nine, hot, crumpled and numb down one side from being crushed against the window by a man who looked as if he played rugby for the Titans (the gods, not the team).

I walk briskly back home. I could have driven to St. Magdalene’s, but it’s only 30 minutes on foot from town and I wanted to clear my head. Although, to be honest, not much clearing is going on. Words and phrases keep floating around my mind, like confetti and a snow globe.

I stare around the room. Empty, except no room is ever really empty, not in the darkness. Shadows lurk in the corners and pool on the floor, slumbering, sometimes shifting. But that’s not what has woken me. It’s the feeling that someone, just seconds ago, was sitting on my bed.

I stare at Mickey’s scribbled notes and something suddenly blooms with absurd clarity in my mind. I can almost hear the ping of the light bulb illuminating.

My Final Thoughts The Chalk Man

All around, a wonderful book! Everything was just perfect; the writing style, the organization of the chapters and story line, the characters… I would highly recommend this one to fans of mysteries with a heavy dose of thriller, sprinkled with some dark elements.

This is definitely a book that I will be re-reading time and time again!

Bravo, C.J. Tudor!

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