Hmmmmm... what to say about this book? I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it but it wasn't too exciting.
The plot was basically about this boy called Fergal who decides to collect tins that have no labels on, he finds it interesting I suppose, like when collect cards, you have to buy them in the packet, yet you don't know what you'll get when you open them, except these are cans he doesn't open. Then when he's parents get angry at him cluttering up the room, he decides to open the lightest one. He opens it and finds a sleeper (a type of earring), then he opens another one later and finds a gross finger. This puzzles him, then he finds a new tin and tries to get it but Charlotte is collecting tins as well and she and him turn best friends, she's opened her cans and found a ring and an ear, the sleeper fits in the ear and the ring fits on the finger, they open the tin they both fighted for and there was a piece of paper with a word on saying "HELP!". This mixes them in a complete adventure, when then they solve the mystery and become heroes... and they stay friends!
What did I think of this book?
It was interesting but also not as exciting as it could have been, Alex Shearer could have built up the suspension a lot more, like he could have talked about the items Fergal had into the next chapter, instead he chose to tell us almost straight away, in my opinion on what makes a good book, I would say you need tons and tons of suspension but not too much or it'll all be out of proportion. I thought this book was a horror story but it was more of a subtle book, only adventure towards the end... I presume there's a bit of suspension as it's making you question yourself like where are the tins coming from? And why are there the body parts in there?
I would recommend it to great fans of reading but it wasn't as good as it could have been but a GREAT STORY-LINE
Fergal is a self-confessed nerd with an eccentric hobby: tin collecting. He likes the lucky dip aspect of buying tins that have their labels missing - after all, you never know what might be inside. It's Fergal's idea of living dangerously. That is, until the day he innocently opens up a tin to find...a bloodied human finger. Everyone thinks it's a joke. But not Fergal - and when his next tin discovery is a note with the word 'Help' scribbled on it, he feels compelled to track down the factory responsible for these mysterious and macabre products. Fergal might be hungry to play detective, but has he opened a can of worms...? This Dahl-esque black comedy will have readers squirming on the edge of their seats. Funny, frightening and totally gross - Alex Shearer taps into the repulsive-but-appealing tradition of urban myths that are perennial playground fodder.