Thirteen-year-old David Eliot was a disappointment to his parents. But to be sent to Groosham Grange? Hidden away on a lonely island, Groosham Grange is a school that is unknown to the outside world. Pupils forced to sign their names in blood. An English teacher held together entirely with bandages. A soccer ball made of . . . well, you'd rather not know. What is the chilling secret hidden behind the headmaster's door? And why are students disappearing in the middle of the night? Suddenly, David has a lot more to worry about than pleasing his parents - like survival!
The book had a really strange sense of humor throughout, the kind that throws you off so much you forget to laugh. At least, that's how it was with me. I recognized the jokes, thought somewhere in the back of my mind that they were funny, but I don't think I ever laughed while reading this. It was just so weird. By any other author, I probably would have just read it and not thought anything was strange about it. But since I've been such a big fan of Anthony Horowitz for so long (pretty sure he's the first YA author I read), it was kind of like finding out a friend you thought you knew liked taxidermy or something. Not bad, just really unexpected and a bit odd.