The chalk men are their secret code: little chalk stick figures they leave for one another as messages only they can understand. They spend their days biking around their sleepy English village and looking for any taste of excitement they can get.

In 1986, Eddie and his friends are just kids on the verge of adolescence. The Chalk Man, then, is a haunting, tightly paced stunner of a debut, one that will keep you guessing all the way through. Rather, what is universal here is the difficulties we all have in figuring out what-and who-to believe in, and whether or not we can trust anything in this world, even our own memories. Tudor does an expert job at juggling the two timelines, and never veers too far into the kind of nostalgia-induced emotion lesser writers would rely on when portraying a group of scrappy teenage friends coming of age in the 1980s. What seemed like a simple enough game soon takes on a life of its own, and the chalk figures are mysteriously utilized in crimes including a brutal beating, vicious bullying, and the cold-blooded murder of the girl in the woods. It all starts with a horrific accident at a carnival, and accelerates with the arrival of a strange man-a new teacher at the local school-who seems to have an uncanny connection to every bad thing that befalls the town.īut there’s another thing uniting these tragedies-a series of simple stick figure chalk drawings which the friends have been using to communicate with one another. The narrative jumps back and forth between the present day and 30 years prior, when the community in which Eddie and his friends grew up is torn asunder by a series of tragedies.

If you’re thinking that you recognize shades of Stephen King and even Agatha Christie, you’re not wrong-Tudor slyly references these giants of the genre, but still spins a story entirely her own. The Chalk Man is a brilliant addition for any winter reading list-its twists and turns will keep you on edge, with surprises coming on every page till the very last.Ī group of friends who grew up together in a quaint English village are bound by the shared trauma of finding the dismembered body of a young woman in the woods. I’ve always felt the best time of year to read murder mysteries is deep in the heart of winter, when the subject matter is as dark as the long nights.

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