True story: Fear Street was my jam when I was in elementary school; but I eventually moved on to fantasy
a la Harry Potter, leaving R.L. Stine behind - until
Netflix announced the
Fear Street trilogy and I got
sucked right back in. So what caused me to select
The Wrong Number for my re-entry into the spooky world of Stine? The
opening scene of
Fear Street Part One: 1994 obvi, when Maya Hawke as Heather rings up
this very title at B. Dalton minutes prior to falling victim to the
ghost face killer. But I digress...while a movie led me to this title, the words on the page are what truly kept me there.
When
Deena Martinson's father gets promoted to VP of a local phone company, it doesn't just mean more money in the bank for her family - it
also means that she's privy to the
latest and greatest gadgets in telecommunications. Namely, her
own private phone line in her bedroom. While the
implied independence of the phone quickly captivates her gorgeous BFF
Jade Smith; Deena has more pressing matters on her mind...like the fact that her brother {
ahem...half-brother}
Chuck will soon be moving in. Known for his penchant for breaking the rules {and the law}, Deena is
anything but thrilled that he'll be walking the halls of
Shadyside High in just a few short days, so Jade persuades her to make a little mischief of her own.
With phone book in hand, Deena and Jade start making
harmless prank calls to the Shadyside student body -
flirting and teasing some of the guys in their grade. But once Chuck arrives...things go a little too far. Chuck, who catches Jade's eye in mere moments, doesn't want to
flirt, tease, or taunt the recipients of his phone calls; rather, he prefers
threatening his victims. And then he does the unthinkable...he dials a number belonging to a resident on
Fear Street, and accidentally overhears a
murder being committed. Curious to know whether the
tables have been turned, and they're now the ones being pranked, Chuck, Deena, and Jade decide to
investigate - a decision that places the three teens in a type of danger they could have
never imagined.
One thing I learned about Stine
many, many years ago is that his books are
notoriously a hit or miss. Sometimes you love them, sometimes they fall flat - and,
on some occasions, you think you love one only to find it lose its charm in the final pages.
The Wrong Number is one for the
love pile. Reminiscent of Lois Duncan's
I Know What You Did Last Summer;
The Wrong Number leans more
mystery/thriller/suspense than scary, which was perfectly fine with me since I love a good
investigation. I stayed awake
long past my bedtime to finish this one, and it was most definitely worth it. One of Stine's best
Fear Street books to date. Highly recommend if you're just entering the
world of Stine or simply reacquainting yourself with his works.
Star Rating: ****
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