Hugo Krantz by Perry Lake

This story is about an odd lonely boy without friends, growing up in dysfunctional home with an abusive father, in a small town with a pastor he did not quite like. Curious about the woods,  he journeys into it and finds out about his true heritage. He is a ghoul.  The entire story revolves around his tales of surviving in the world of man as a ghoul.

Do you recall a time when books were literature? Yes. I said, literature. When words were written in a style that quite honestly made one smell the ink on the cream colored pages written with an imaginary quill in a dark room; or was it just me? It’s odd, third style of narration. I could write an book about this, but it is honestly 3am at night and you need to sleep. But there is a symphony of words that calls a book closer to literature that we are all somewhat familiar with.

As for the style of narration; well, I find it quite strange. But not in a bad way. It was instead a familiar kind of strange. It gave me a sense of déjà vu. Some of my favorite books were written this way; with a bonfire-like style and manner of leading the reader through the tale. 

This is that story you have not heard a lot of but surprisingly know every word to the tale.