perhaps Wright just liked writing about children and Children more than he enjoyed writing about predictable (but delicious) adults. and except for a non-Children child - a sweet and careful lil' burglar - who finds himself trapped in a tenement filled with seniors, a gang, and some hungry Children come to visit. except for the leader of the Children, creepy quiet Seth, all grown up and ready to lead the kids on a fun trip to a place where food is plentiful. unfortunately, Wright's ability with characterization suffers here, with a gallery of mainly unpleasant and unmemorable characters. The book is episodic, which means we get to see these wee monsters in a variety of settings among a host of humans who may or may not be former Children. and what I learned was fascinating! this sorta-sequel (the books are directly connected but feel like standalones) is a rare case of explaining more while still retaining mystery and ambiguity. This third book in the creepy, quiet series has Wright in a generous mood: we learn quite a bit about these little beings. some children survive by forgetting, they become like little humans, and then like big ones, they survive by forgetting who they were, they mimic until they become like us. the children slide through walls, mimic voices, devour all those around them, die the cycle starts anew. the children walk to another island, the island of New York. the children are born on an island, rising from mud.
Children with a godless nature, children of a godless Nature.
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