书名：Bird Box蒙上你的眼

难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数HL520L
作者：Josh Malerman
出版社名称：HarperVoyager
出版时间：2018
语种：英文
ISBN：9780008319748
商品尺寸：12.9 x 2.5 x 19.8 cm
包装：平装
页数：400（以实物为准）

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晨光下，世界一片破败荒凉，一个蒙着眼的女人带着两个蒙着眼的孩子划船顺流而下。他们要去哪里？他们在躲避什么？

在本书Bird Box《蒙上你的眼》中，作者以潜伏的怪物为隐喻，探讨人类面对末日与未知的态度；超现实的恐怖情节富有哲学意义，安静的文字间充满了饱满的情绪张力。国际书评将其誉为“恐怖惊悚大师希区柯克的《鸟》与史蒂芬·金的《迷雾惊魂》之综合体”。

媒体评论：
“整本小说的氛围安静得令人不安，令人联想到惊悚大师希区考克的《鸟》，感觉像更文静细腻的史蒂芬·金恐怖小说和乔纳森·卡罗尔科幻小说的综合体。”──柯克斯书评（Kirkus review）

“谁说恐怖小说不再有原创新意？梅勒曼用看不见的恶意挑逗读者，不过他将史蒂芬·金《迷雾惊魂》中藏在浓雾后的敌人换成抵在我们耳边和背后的僚牙，让恐惧更有压迫感、更凶狠、更真实。”──今日美国（USA Today）

“因为看不见，所有感官都会变得敏锐，甚至是想象力……”──书目杂志（Booklist）

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Malorie raises the children the only way she can: indoors, with the doors locked, the curtains closed, and mattresses nailed over the windows.
The children sleep in the bedroom across the hall, but soon she will have to wake them and blindfold them.
Today they will risk everything. Today they will leave the house.
Josh Malerman’s New York Times bestselling Bird Box is a terrifying psychological thriller that will haunt you long after reading.

Review
‘BIRD BOX turns the old Hollywood cliché of facing down the demon inside out – then tears it into little pieces’--Daily Mail

‘A book that demands to be read in a single sitting, and through the cracks between one's fingers'--Hugh Howey

‘A lean, spellbinding thriller that Stephen King fans will relish.’--Publishers Weekly

‘You wonder whether that brush against your shoulder was some unspeakable horror or merely a falling leaf’--SFX

‘This completely compelling novel contains a thousand subtle touches but no mere flourishes – it is so well, so efficiently, so directly written I read it with real admiration’--Peter Straub

‘Nailbiting… will keep you gripped till the last chapter’--SciFiNow

'Unflagging suspense and ever-present dread’--Adam Nevill

'Uniquely disturbing, exceptionally compelling and beautifully written, I defy anyone not to read it in one sitting'--Sarah Pinborough

‘An unsettling thriller, earns comparisons to Hitchcock's The Birds, as well as the finer efforts of Stephen King and cult sci-fi fantasist Jonathan Carroll.’--Kirkus

五年前，电视上出现奇怪的新闻，人们突然发狂然后离奇死亡，据说他们死前都看见了某种「生物」。在一无所知的情况下，恐惧的人们开始封锁家中的每扇窗，不再出门，不愿看向屋外，再也没人见过世界变成什么模样。怀孕的梅乐莉眼见姐姐以诡异的方式结束了自己的生命，她决定去寻找在报上刊登分类广告的那些人──加入他们，在安全的大房子里想办法活下去。

某天夜里，一个男人带着一个公事包敲响了大门。大伙接纳了他。但梅乐莉无法信任他，她偷来了公事包，里面有本笔记本，上头写着：人类就是他们自己所恐惧的生物，会发疯全是自己害的……梅乐莉不寒而栗。他怎么知道？他见过那种「生物」吗？他说的是真的吗？还是说，一切都是人们的脑袋在作祟……

乔许·梅勒曼，美国底特律创作摇滚乐手，《蒙上你的眼睛》是他的第1本长篇小说，出版后随即获得多项小说奖提名及各界书评的肯定。

Josh Malerman is the lead singer and songwriter for the rock band The High Strung. He lives in Ferndale, Michigan.

Malorie stands in the kitchen, thinking.

Her hands are damp. She is trembling. She taps her toe nervously on the cracked tile floor. It is early; the sun is probably only peeking above the horizon. She watches its meagre light turn the heavy window drapes a softer shade of black and thinks,
That was a fog.
The children sleep under chicken wire draped in black cloth down the hall. Maybe they heard her moments ago on her knees in the yard. Whatever noise she made must have travelled through the microphones, then the amplifiers that sat beside their beds.
She looks to her hands and detects the subtlest sheen in the candlelight. Yes, they are damp. The morning’s dew is still fresh upon them.
Now, in the kitchen, Malone breathes deep before blowing the candle out. She looks around the small room, noting the rusted utensils and cracked dishes. The cardboard box used as a garbage can. The chairs, some held together by twine. The walls are dirty. Dirt from the feet and hands of the children. But older stains, too. The bottom of the walls in the hall is discoloured, profound purples that have dulled to brown over time. These are blood. The carpet in the living room is discoloured, too, no matter how hard Malone scrubs. There are no chemicals in the house to help clean it. Long ago, Malone filled the buckets with water from the well and, using a suit coat, worked on removing the stains from all over the house. But they refused to go away. Even those that proved less persistent remained, a shadow perhaps of their original size, but still horribly visible. A box of candles hides a blotch in the foyer. The couch in the living room sits at an awkward angle, moved there to shield two blemishes that look like wolf heads to Malone. On the second floor, by the attic stairs, a pile of musty coats conceals purple scratches, embedded deep into the foot of the wall. Ten feet away is the blackest stain in the house. She does not use the far end of the home’s second floor because she cannot bring herself to cross it.