Ever since a car accident killed her father and put Lisa and her mother into the hospital, Lisa can’t think straight. She’s plagued by nightmares and hallucinations that force her to relive the accident over and over again in vivid detail. When Lisa finds out that a neighbor is looking for a babysitter for her young son, she takes the job immediately, eager to keep busy and shake these disturbing images from her head.
But what promised to be an easy gig turns terrifying when Lisa begins to question exactly who — or what — she is babysitting.
It’s funny how I really enjoyed the first book in this remake version of Fear Street. I say that because I really didn’t like this book, at all. I suppose it’s because I have years of experience when it comes to Fear Street books. They, for the most part, follow a particular pattern. But at the end of the day, there is rarely anything supernatural about these thrillers.
For the first part of the book, I was really intrigued by the story. At times I wanted to ring Lisa’s neck because she was being a bratty self-centered teen. But for the most part, I was all set to give this book a three or four star rating. It’s not until the last quarter of the book that things begin spiraling downward for me. I typically don’t like to spoiler a book, but seeing as its a primary reason for why I disliked this book, I am going to throw caution to the wind.
Demons? Seriously? After everything Lisa has been going through, the reality of it all is the fact she is really seeing demons. Actually to be more accurate, the little angelic boy she’s been babysitting is a demon. As long as he goes to bed on time, he doesn’t murder, maim and devour people. He’s a good demon as long as he doesn’t stay up late. Even as I type this review I am shaking my head. That is a Goosebumps-like twist. It has no place on Fear Street. These books are supposed to be geared towards a teen or young adult and yet, that twist makes it plummet to grade school level.
I’m not saying there haven’t been paranormal occurrences within the Fear Street series, because there have been. Just look at the Evil Cheerleader books. But it the execution and reasoning behind this particular book that has me wondering what the hell Stine could have been thinking. I’m all for demonic children and what not. But don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes with the idea that if they go to bed at 8 pm, they are rendered completely harmless. That’s a load of bullshit. Definitely not as good as Party Games and certainly not worthy of a higher rating. I was generous in my two star rating because it was a pretty decent book (considering the age group and genre) up until Sam “began” to change.
Pick up your copy on Amazon: Don’t Stay Up Late by R.L. Stine