First off, for anyone who has read this book and actually enjoyed it, I apologize lol. But this is the story of why I learned to avoid this book like the plague, and why even as I approach 40 years old, my Mother still has this as an ace up her sleeve to guilt me into doing literally anything 😂.
Also, I used the "review" tag even though I myself have never read it. In reality, it's more like a second-hand review - through the eyes of my long-suffering mother, hahaha. Allow me to explain...
The year is 1991. Little 6 year old me is standing in front of my Mom's bookshelf looking for her next book to read when I see this neat looking black and green cover. My 6 year old brain thinks "Ooh, this looks cool! And if the cover looks this cool, the book MUST be good!" And thus begins my Mother's torturous experience with "Koko" by Peter Straub.
The book had been out for 3 years at that point, mind you, but my Mom was always backed up on her reading list, being a mother of four kids, all with ADHD. Honestly, most people wouldn't understand how she ever had time to read ANYTHING... but her secret was that she got all of her kids into horror very, VERY young. My favorite children's books growing up? Well, primarily I loved Mercer Mayer's rather extensive collection of monster books, like "There Are Monsters Everywhere," the "Critters Of The Night" series, and the "There's Something There..." series, however I also loved other Monster-y books like "Fantanimals," "Seven Little Monsters," "Where The Wild Things Are"... really any book where the monsters were friends or protagonists rather than the default "bad guys" LOL. Mom made sure we knew horror was a "game" and the only real scary monsters were bad people. Then as I got a little older, I moved on to the "Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark" series, and with Stephen Gammell's accompanying charcoal illustrations, there was no going back; I was hooked... an official horror addict before I was even a teen.
As a result, when we asked for bed time stories, most of the time, she was able to just read whatever book by Stephen King or Dean Koontz or Clive Barker or whatever that she happened to be reading at the time outloud to us until we fell asleep. (Well... unless we were specifically in the mood for a certain story - like the Berenstain Bears "B" Book which my brothers and I had this bizarre obsession with to the point that, and I mist again point out that I am approaching 40 now, I can still do this without looking it up:)
BigBrownBearBlueBullBeautifulBaboonBlowingBubblesBikingBackwardBUMPBlackBug'sBananaBoxes&BillyBunny'sBreadBaskets&BrotherBob'sBaseballBus&BusterBeagle'sBanjoBagpipeBugleBand, AND THAT'S WHAT... Broke Baby Bird's Balloon.
But I digress LOL. And that was only on the rare occasion anyway... usually it was her own horror books, thus our storytime needs/wants were taken care of AND she got to get some of her own reading in. So I legit had "read" (albeit vicariously/second hand) several Stephen King books, as he was always her favorite, before the age of 8 LOL.
But as I got older, I would insist on taking a more active role and picking out her next horror book for her to read. And oddly enough, I still quite vividly remember that day waaay back in 1991.
So back to little 6 year old me looking at the section of her book shelf of books she either bought or received as gifts but hadn't gotten to reading yet. And again, that cover of "Koko" caught my eye, so I picked it up and brought it to her, having absolutely no clue what it was about, but nonetheless, I felt proud having done my job. The thing is... less than a chapter in my Mom could already tell it was no good. She kept reading for a bit, but it only got worse. So she eventually told me this, and asked if she could put it down and have me pick something else.
But I was 6, remember. And a 6 year old does not take perceived criticism well, and sure enough, I did indeed perceive it as criticism. I mean, she CAN'T hate it! I'M the one who picked it out! Nevermind the fact that I didn't write the darn thing, or even know what it was about, I just picked it because I liked the cover, LOL, but if she stops reading it, it must mean she doesn't love me! Six year old logic for ya.
So she forced herself to continue, and every so often, she would desperately ask me if she could stop reading it because it was so bad. And actual tears would well up in my stupid 6 year old eyes whenever she asked, so she would again force herself to continue. Kids sure are dramatic haha. But that poor woman somehow powered through, though I can still remember her comments and how she must have suffered for it LOL. As I got older and less sensitive to stupid stuff, she would start to bring up "that time you put me through hell by making me read the worst book ever written." Jokingly, of course, but nonetheless, I still felt - and feel - pretty guilty making her go through that haha. But at least I learned something from the experience...
I learned never to read Peter Straub's "Koko" for any reason. 😂