The Egypt Game

So, I am just a little behind on my blogging…I should have ten full length blogs, and I only have four…but I am currently at about eight books. I just finished The Egypt Game, but I didn’t like it very much. It was written for a more immature audience, like grade six, not grade eleven. I put up with it and finished it though because I hate abandoning a book, no matter how much I dislike it.
I when I imagine the professors’ store I see a ramshackle cluttered building with dirty windows and a creaky door. Most of the windows have dusty, worn curtains covering them, and some of the windows are cracked, the odd one is boarded up, especially on the second level. The front has a yard, but it isn’t tended and the tree is over grown. There is a cement pathway in the middle of it to the door, and then it branches out to the side to go around to the back where there is a worn out fence with a padlocked door. The cement pathway is dirty and cracked with weeds and grass growing through the cracks. In my minds eye it is the type of house that people tell ghost stories about and avoid on dark nights.
When I imagine the professor I see him as resembling his house/store. He has large, dirty glasses, a long, over grown beard and hair, and has a worn face, full of wrinkles. I see him as a once tall man, but now is old and bent over, possibly with a walking stick. His eyes, I imagine, are grey and tired; but were once, in a happier time, full of life.
I don’t understand why he didn’t keep up the shop when his wife died, then when he was dismissed as a suspect in the murder, he suddenly cleaned it up…it was like he had nothing to live for.
I think if he hadn’t been watching through the window when April was attacked, she might have either been killed or kidnapped. I doubt Marshall would have ended up being able to yell for help, although he would have blamed himself for a long time.
I didn’t like how they made almost a cult out of the game because they took it too seriously. They shouldn’t have taken everything that went on so literally. I am not saying that playing pretend is bad, but when your life starts revolving around it, that starts to be a problem. Their parents should have paid more attention to what their kids were doing and where they were going. I understand wanting to trust your kids, but shouldn’t they at least be curious about what they are doing with all their spare time?
I am glad that, in the end, they started switching it up, but in the next book they will probably take it too far again.