Michael Vey: The Prisoner of Cell 25







Michael Vey: The Prisoner of Cell 25
Richard Paul Evans
This review is going to be slightly different than my usual. I read this over the summer, so I'm just quickly writing up a review for a class right now. 

Previously, I read only one of Richard Paul Evan's books, The Christmas Box, in fact the only reason I even picked this book up is because my aunt loves Richard Paul Evans and she told me about this one over the summer when I was staying at her place. I didn't check it out right away, instead I went home and checked it out at my public library there. My mom immediately stole it from my stack of books, and then gave it back the next day, raving about how good it was. So I put aside the other books I was reading and started reading this one.

I really loved the overall feel of the book. It had just the right mix of adventure and character development. Over the course of the story, I fell in love with the main character and his friends. Each character became like a friend that I was completely invested in succeeding. Evans's antagonists were interesting but definitely the kind of people I wouldn't like to meet myself, and created a conflict I could enjoy to read.

I can't think of any specific things I didn't like about the story, other than that it was too short overall. 

Overall, I'd probably give this story a 4 star. It's not perfect and it's definitely not my normal reading material. But I loved it nonetheless and I would definitely recommend it to everyone. It's a nice, clean read and an enjoyable one as well. I'd recommend it for as young as middle school, 6th grade.

<3Claire

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