Book Review | Dear Mr. Henshaw

I was sitting in court yesterday, and knew I was in for a long wait, so I decided to buy a book on the Kindle app. You know, as one does.

I went through my entire “to be read” list on Goodreads to pick a book that was reasonably priced and that I didn’t already own in physical form. Finally, I decided upon Dear Mr. Henshaw by Beverly Cleary, which is a children’s book. I, of course, adore children’s books..

I heard about this book in the movie, Stuck in Love, which is one of my all-time favourite movies. (My friend Tanvi is smirking proudly somewhere and saying “See? I give good movie recommendations!” Yes, you do, Thud. That’s one of the many reasons I love you.) That movie is full of aspiring authors and authors, and I figured, if they like this book, it must have done something right.

I was right.

This book hit a lot of the right buttons for me. It’s about a thoughtful little boy called Leigh Botts who wants to be an author. He writes letters to his favourite author, Mr. Henshaw, who writes back hilariously. His favourite book by the author is called Ways to Amuse a Dog. He writes 4 or 5 letters to Mr. Henshaw over a few years about the book and talks about doing various book reports and other projects for school on that book. And then this happens:

Dear Mr. Henshaw,

I got your letter and did what you said. I read a different book by you. I read Moose on Toast.

When I read that line, I almost exploded with laughter in court. I had to pause and breathe deeply to compose myself.

Mr. Henshaw encourages Leigh to write a diary, which he does, “because his mom still won’t get the TV repaired.” He starts off his journal entries by writing “Dear Mr. Pretend Henshaw” which made my heart explode with love.

The entire book is either in the form of letters or journal entries, which is, as everyone knows, my favourite style of book. I found out recently that such books are called epistolary books. So yes. I love epistolary novels and chapter books.

This book had a great librarian in it, and it made me think of how librarians were my superheroes when I was a child. I remember going to my school librarian and saying “Ma’am, my exams are over. Please give me a fat book to read.”. I need to buy fewer books and go to the library more again. I need to donate some of my books to a library.  This book made me realise that librarians are superheroes, not just for me, but for book-loving children everywhere.

I adored how real this story was. It talks about the struggles of divorce, poverty, lost love and the deep, great injustice of struggling to survive as a child in an adults’ world. It talks about being invisible and lonely. And it talks about these things from the perspective of a quiet, clever and funny child.

Oh, and Leigh Botts loves dogs. There is a dog called Bandit in this book. That’s always a good thing. Dogs really tie a book together.
I thought that the ending was a bit abrupt and that the ends tied together a bit too tidily, which is why this book wasn’t a perfect five stars for me. But I did adore it.

Guys, you know you’re growing old when you read a good children’s book and you can’t wait to read it to your future children. But yeah. This is one of the books that I can’t wait to read to my children. It really affirmed my belief that children’s books that have to be, well, childish. I would recommend this book to everyone of all ages.

Have you read this book? Did you like it? What are some of your favourite children’s books? What are some of your favourite books from your childhood? Have you read any other books by Beverly Cleary? What did you think? Let me know in the comments! 

Hoot.

Sin

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Book Review –Cobalt Blue

This is a review of the book Cobalt Blue by Sachin Kundalkar. Honestly, I chose to read it because it’s been translated from Marathi by Jerry Pinto. I loved his book Em and the Big Hoom. I knew nothing more about the book or the author and I like it that way. It helps me to keep an open mind while reviewing the book.

I’m swept away by this book after having read it over the course of a long day at court. It’s layered and well-written and transcends all genre. The fact that the author of this marvellous piece was 20 when he started the book and 22 when he finished it, makes me want to stand up on a chair and applaud and simultaneously to weep with jealousy.

Simply put, it’s the story of a brother and sister in love with the same man. The book is divided into two parts, each written in first person by one of the siblings. It’s a love story, yes, a love triangle if you will;  but mostly it’s a portrait. It’s a portrait of lower middle class life in Maharashtra, it’s a portrait of a generation clever enough to rubbish antiquated tradition but not strong enough to break away from regressive familial bonds. It’s a portrait about how mundane love can be, and yet so overwhelming, how it can make one forget the world around us. It’s a portrait of a society where mosr types of romantic love are forced to stay hidden, of a society where homogeneity and acceptance are the biggest aspirations.

It’s a small book, which only brushes the surface of each of the above aspects, but it’s nuanced enough that it does not remain a photograph. The work that was put into the resulting simplicity is apparent.

I love both the main characters, Tanay and Anuja. However, the seem to be caricatures or uni-dimensional stereotypes, rather than fleshed out persons.

I liked that Tanay’s part was in the form of a letter addressed to the man he loves, who remains unnamed. I like the digressions and the non-linear style of narration, and the way he circles back to thoughrs after having fleshed them out with background. I loved that Anuja kept a journal. She says that life felt like a hairball and keeping a journal helped to smooth things out. I completely agree. As everyone knows,

I quite enjoyed the fact that she’s so clueless about her brother’s feelings for her own lover because it serves to demonstrate the invisibility of minority sexualities. It’s simply inconceivable, even to the most loving and well-meaning people.

I felt that every line in this book was loaded with purpose and meaning. For instance, Tanay observed his parents’ relationship and craved a permanent relationship to “grow into” while Anuja only wondered why her mother does nothing for herself and has no space of her own.

On Goodreads, I read that the author felt that Anuja and Tanay are just masculine and feminine sides of the same person and not two separate persons at all. That confused me because I didn’t get that feeling at all, even though my reading was coloured by that quote that I read. I kept looking for signs of that being the case, and I just didn’t find any. All I saw are two siblings who were close and compatible to each other, and “different” in a family that greatly valued homogeneity. One sibling recovered and started to go down the path of redemption while the other seemed to get lost in an ocean of sorrow.

More than anything else, I saw this book as a portrait of a certain type of life in a certain type of family.  I also felt that the purpose of the third sibling, Aseem, the golden boy, is introduced only to juxtapose the reception of a conforming child with two other children who could not and would not conform to the values of the Joshi family.

I want to end this review with my favourite quote from the book, from Anuja’s journal:

Our house was big enough for middle-class dreams, but not for privacy.

Has anyone read this book? What did you think of it? Do you agree with my take on it? Do you agree with the author? Do you think this is a “gay novel”? Let me know in the comments?

Things Fall Apart | Book Review

This is a book review of the Book Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe.

The language is strikingly simple and engaging. It sucks you into the story immediately. This is the kind of writing that I take to and enjoy the most. It’s the kind of writing I aspire to. Always, always write like Hemingway. Or as I shall now say, always always write like Achebe. Big emotions don’t need big words.

It’s the first book of a trilogy and I am aching to read the next two books. (The only thing stopping me from buying them immediately is the staggering number of books I’ve already bought and not read yet.) Yet, it works perfectly well as a standalone, which I really appreciate because of my exasperation with authors using cliffhangers to get readers to read the next book. And using them poorly, to boot. A cliffhanger can’t just be stopping a story mid-scene. It’s a cheap gimmick in a consumerist era. It’s so much more delightful and authorly to cause your readers to care deeply for your characters so rhat they want to know what happens to them. The impending fate of someone you care for is cliffhanger enough, in my opinion.

Chinua Achebe made me pity, love and root for his characters, even the misogynistic, patriarchal, violent protagonist, Okonkwo, which is an achievement in itself. Harper Lee said that to understand a person, you have to step into their and walk around in it. Achebe forced me to step into Okonkwo’s skin and sprint a few miles in it, until I ached with his hopes, dreamed his dreams, and felt his helpless anger. Who hasn’t felt futile rage of helplessness against people in power against whom we have no recourse? Whose eyes haven’t stung with rage at  the grave injustices we suffer at the hands of the privileged people? Okonkwo makes you relive each of those moments.

Lastly, I want to talk to you guys about a question that’s relevant to me as a book reviewer. Right after I read this book, I read the Fishermen by Chigozie Obioma. Things Fall Apart is referred to in that one. One of the characters states that the book is about the lack of unity being the downfall of the tribe which really struck me because I simply didn’t get that message from this book at all because I thought the book is about culture imperialism and the pain of becoming obsolete regardless of if you’re united. Now I can’t stop thinking of the magic of layered and nuanced books.What do they teach their readers really? Do readers see books in their own image? Whose opinion is even relevant? Is everything in literature subjective? What do you guys think?

Have you read this book, or any other book by Achebe? What did you think? Are there any other African authors I should read? Let me know in the comments!

Hoot.

-Sin

The Virgin Suicides| Book Review

This is my third Jeffrey Eugenides’ book. I read them in reverse order of publication, just like I did with Adichie’s.
This was Eugenides’ debut novel.
I really enjoyed his other two books, The Marriage Plot and Middlesex.
Both were completely different in genre, content and style of writing, which is kind of mindblowing when you think about it. And both were thoroughly arresting.
I didn’t get through this book on my first try, but I never hold that against the book since I am a mood reader.
As it turned out, I really liked this book when I gave it a second shot. 
This is an odd book.
It’s about 5 sisters whom we never meet firsthand, the titular ‘virgins’ which is more an allusion to their mystery and perceived perfection and purity rather than their sexual activities.
The entire book is from the perspective of a group of boys, now middle – aged men who are inexplicably obsessed with these blond sisters with their strict, overly religious mother and  hen-pecked father. 
The book takes the form of reminiscences of the men themselves, extracts from interviews they conducted, and assorted documents that they accumulated over the years. And they are all concentrated on one year of their teenage years during which all five of these sisters commit suicide, apparently for no reason. 
The format of this book gave it a hazy quality, overflowing with naiveté and nostalgia.
The style of writing was very lyrical, which was true of Middlesex as well. However, both books strike very different chords in one’s mind.
The Virgin Suicides is filled with overtones of longing for the girls, which blends in with the men’s longing for the old days, and allusions to a bleak future due to urbanisation and environmental damage, an apparent metaphor for a world sans the freshness, innocence and beauty of these girls. 
The level of obsession of these men is disturbing as is the level of… well, not objectification, but rather idolatry that these girls are subject to. The reason for the obsession, which predates the first suicide attempt is unclear.
I figured it was probably because they were unattainable, because of their strict upbringing, but that’s a fairly flimsy reason in my eyes for such a level of preoccupation.
It made me uncomfortable, but it also made the book more interesting. It’s supposed to be a look into the girls’ suicides but it read like a long love letter to all five of them. 
The only thing that I can conclude is that this is one of those books, rich with imagery, ideas and excellent narrative that has been written for the sake of a story, and nothing more than that.
There is no character development, there is no real beginning, middle and end, and there is no greater message. There is only pure narration… and it works. The girls are one dimensional because that’s how the boys saw them.  In an irritating way, it makes perfect sense. 
This is an extremely quotable book, which deserves a reread at some point, just for the clever lines that make one close the book, look up at the ceiling and smile.
It truly invokes all five senses and leaves one with a not entirely unpleasant bittersweet taste in one’s mouth.
Sorry if my review is meandering, because the book is too. 
It’s a unique and enjoyable read, I thought, and I would definitely recommend it to people.
Have you read this book? Have you read any of Eugenides’ other books? What did you think? Let me know in the comments.
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Sin

Rereading my Favourite Book

If any of you follow my Instagram, you may know this already: I have a new copy of Bird by Bird, which is possibly my favourite book.

I took it out to reread a few weeks ago, and my puppy just destroyed it. He’s damaged my books before, and I’ve forgiven him because… Well, because of his face, okay? This one got me pissed off for a while though. But I finally let it go because he sat outside my bedroom door and refused to move until I spoke to him. True story.

My dad said he’s just like me and he likes to ruminate on interesting books. Dad jokes. Sigh.

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Well, since it is Bird by Bird, and not a different book, I simply had to buy a new copy. It came a couple of days yesterday with a hilariously appropriate doggy bookmark. AMAZON KNOWS EVERYTHING. 😮

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Since the book happily is non-fiction, which is the theme of the month, I’ve decided to take a couple of days to reread it. It’s particularly appropriate because I’m attempting NaNoWriMo at the end of this month and I have a vague story idea that I’ve debated like a crazy person with my best friend, but I’m majorly pantsing it. And pantsing is how Anne Lamott rolls. I love her so much.

You know, I haven’t read anything else that she’s written. Should I? Advise in comments.

This isn’t the only book I’m reading right now, but I’m just very excited to reread it and I wanted to tell you guys. I won’t be reviewing it or anything like that, though. I’ve just written this post to tell you guys to read this book for sure if you’re writers, especially if you’re doing NaNoWriMo. It’s like an adorable crash course in writing, and believing in your writing.

I have already read one book this month and scheduled a review for it, so you can look forward to that!

If you are doing NaNoWriMo, tell me and maybe we can be writing buddies? What are your favourite books about writing? Have you read anything by Anne Lamott? Let me know in the comments. 

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That’s all for today.

Hoot.

Sin 🙂

Landline | Book Review

Hello everybody!
Yesterday was my birthday! I had an amazing day, ate ice cream cake (Which is easily the best culinary invention known to man), spent time with people I carew about, went shopping, and did all of those great things that make a birthday fun. Most importantly, I also spent the first hour or so of my birthday reading because it’s kind of the point of life and living and other such things to be able to read in the night on your birthday. It eliminates that bitter taste in your mouth left by the not-so-perfect things. We’ll always have books. ❤
The book I read was Landline by Rainbow Rowell. This is the first book of hers that I’ve read. It’s her newest novel, and it released in 2014. It’s her second book that’s written for adults, the other being Attachments I think.
The storyline of this one and another of her books, Fangirl, have always interested me the most. Recently, I’ve been finding her books in the bookstores I frequent, which is great. In fact, I’ve already bought and shelved Eleanor and Park, but I’ve gotten an inkling that it doesn’t end happily, so I haven’t read it yet.
That may make no sense to anyone because I read a lot of books about abused people, and books set in war-ravaged third world countries, and a lot of psychedelic mess-with-your-head books. My favourite genre is dystopic, for God’s sake! It’s really stupid to be scared of a YA book with a cute cover because it may not have a happy ending. Well, here’s the thing. I like my love stories happy. I like it when people end up together. If I’m to read a person-meets-person story that deals with their relationship almost exclusively, they better make it worth my while by ending up together!
Errr… As you can see, I have strong opinions about this topic. (As I do about every other topic under the sun.) Anyway, I’ll wrap this up because it isn’t what my post is about. People who’ve read Eleanor and Park already, let me know if it’s worth reading sooner rather than later. Thanks! 🙂
Now that we’ve all understood my stand on a completely pointless topic, and also heard me rant about it, tradition demands that I actually talk about what I intended to talk about. Yes?
So. Landline. I liked it overall. I like stories with magical realism in them, especially when they aren’t rationally explained. That’s what stories are for, right? In this book, Georgie is an ambitious, focused woman, determined to succeed in the male-dominated field of comedy writing.
Her husband stays at home to look after their two adorable girls, and it’s seen later in the book that he’s tried a number of career-paths, but didn’t actually enjoy any of them.
I wasn’t too hot about him at the beginning of the book. He seemed distant and nasty and I kept placing myself in Georgie’s shoes, because law is just as time-consuming a profession, and I wouldn’t want to come home to cold anger. Through the book, though, I found myself warming to him, not because of any great personality transformation, but because we get to see their relationship develop. More than anything, I saw him through Georgie’s eyes, and it’s so plain to see that she loves him that I started liking him too. That’s a pretty skilful thing to do. Kudos to Rainbow Rowell for that.
The story starts with the saturation of their already strained relationship when Georgie has to work during Christmas. They had plans to visit Neal’s mom and Georgie suggests cancelling, but Neal says he and the kids are going to Omaha without her. Things are very nasty between them before Neal and the kids leave and Georgie works herself into a state about it. Her mom assumes that their marriage is over and has Georgie come over because she thinks she can’t be alone. Georgie’s iPhone is screwed up so she calls his phone from her old landline and she ends up speaking to a younger version of Neal, from before they were married.
This bit is what attracted me to the story, actually. I’m only 23, but I’ve been in a relationship for five and a half years, and a LOT of it was long distance because I went to law school in a different city. We were young and we ought to have broken up and seen other people because long distance is hard, and 18 is too early to close down all your options. But the fact is that we didn’t want to break up. We DID break up, a lot of times, but we didn’t want to stay broken for longer than a day or two. We couldn’t have survived it if we didn’t have telephones, so don’t tell me they aren’t magic. They are! And potent magic too! Jokes, aside, it’s a very interesting premise, and Rainbow Rowell does make it work, with an interesting twist at the end, no less.
This doesn’t mean that the book is perfect. The level to which Georgie fell apart was inexplicable. I couldn’t see it or relate to it. I’m pretty sure that it’s possible to be more responsible and sensible than that! And this is coming from the least responsible person. (Ok, not the least responsible, but I’m in the top 100 in the world.)
Also, the story dragged on a bit towards the middle, or at least that’s how I felt.
Overall though, this was the perfect birthday read, interesting and unique, and fun to read. I really want to read Fangirl now, but I can’t because I don’t have it, and I’ve bought way, way, way too many books this year. I made ANOTHER exception for my birthday because I’m secretly insane, apparently. Fun, isn’t it? No more books till the end of the year! And possibly more. We’ll see.
Good book, this. A fun read. Give it a read if it’s up your alley.
Have you guys read this or any other Rainbow Rowell book? How did you like it? Have you read similar books that you think I’d enjoy? Remember, owls love book recommendations!
Cheers.
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Sin

Currently Reading

I read my first Sarah Waters book earlier this year, her newest one, The Paying Guests, and I really enjoyed it, even though parts of it were quite melodramatic.
I then read Night Watch last month and I enjoyed it a lot more. I loved it, in fact.
A lot of people said that Paying Guests was not her best work, and I’m beginning to understand what they meant by that.
Anyway, I was taken enough with her work that I bought two more of her books in one of my many shopping trips.
I’m reading The Little Stranger now, which is her only book that doesn’t deal with lesbianism or other queer themes. In fact, it seems to be a ghost story.
I’ve read about a 100 pages of it so far, and it’s genuinely devastating. I’m more devastated than most because it involves a dog that’s gotten into trouble. I can’t say more, because spoilers, but it strikes me with each page exactly how prolific a writer Sarah Waters really is. I’m really glad I started reading her. She’s fast becoming a favourite and a must-buy author.
I have sense enough not to read it at night, but it’s rainy in Bangalore right now, and I feel as though I might actually be in gloomy, desolate post-war England.
I’m very glad my dog is in another room right now or I may have begun to sob. I identify very much with the plain girl, Caroline, who’s devoted to her dog, I must say.
Well, that’s all for now.
Hoot.
Sin
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Memoirs

I really like memoirs. Did you know that about me?
I especially like memoirs that talk of the childhood and youth of artists. By artists, I mean painters, sketchers, writers, poets, musicians, fashion designers, and anyone else who works from the imagination.
By this definition, I too am an artist even though I can’t even draw a circle with a compass.
I like to know that I’m not the only one who agonised and self-doubted (is that a word?). I like to know what gave successful people the strength to succeed.
It’s the same reason I like reading writers’ journals as well. Journals are a format I’ve been smitten with since Anne Frank’s diary. I like real journals and fictional ones. And I also like memoirs.
Memoirs are kind of like journals but made better with the gift of hindsight. Don’t you think?
I don’t usually like autobiographies so I was quite surprised that I like memoirs, as I discovered when I read A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway.
This wasn’t my first memoir. My first memoir was Jacky Daydream by Jacqueline Wilson. I read everything she wrote with feverish dedication, as a kid. It’s a memoir of her childhood and I adored it. She seemed to get me, in a lot of ways.
But anyway, back to A Moveable Feast. I wanted to read it because I have the same romantic fascination with being impoverished I’m Paris that I’m certain every writer has had. And to read about the 1920’s in Paris! It was a dream, all right. I have always been enamoured by the 1920’s in London and Paris. So I read it. And what a delight it was!
I’ve never looked back since.
I could talk about memoirs that I love all day. I can also talk about the 1920’s all day.
What I really want to talk about is Just Kids by Patti Smith.
I’m reading this book right now because it is the all-time favourite book of Ashley Riordan, my favourite youtuber. I must confess I know very little about Patti Smith and I’ve never listened to her music. (I’m going to remedy that now, for sure, though.)
I am already obsessed with this book though as I always am with every book she recommends. Our tastes match exactly.
I don’t know if I’ll end up reviewing this book. I struggle to review books that mean the most to me because I just end up gushing and sounding repetitive. The most recent example of this is The Color Purple. This is the most uplifting and childlike book I’ve read ever. I adore it. And I can’t say why without sounding trite. Not yet anyway. I was just so glad that none of the not-so-nice things I’ve heard about Alice Walker came through in the book. At all.
Anyway, I wanted Just Kids to get a mention in my blog because it’s talked about so little and it’s impacting me so much already. I love her style of writing simple but evocative of so much imagery. Detached, but not so much as to become unemotional. Essentially everything that I want my own books to be but that I fear they will never be.
What do you guys think of memoirs? What’s your favourite one? I love book recommendations!
If I made a post of my five favourite memoirs, would you be interested to read that?
Let me know in the comments.
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Sin

We Need to Talk about Kevin|Book Review

The book I’ll be reviewing today is We Need to Talk about Kevin, by Lionel Shriver. I read it earlier on in the year, I think, in early September, but I wasn’t blogging then, and I really want to talk about this book.

I read about it in John Waters’ memoir, Role Models, ((If anyone is wondering, it’s a crazy-ass book with laugh-out-loud moments and I recommend it to anybody who isn’t conservative in their tastes because yeah, calling it off-beat would be a bit of an understatement, guvnor! ßThat was an Easy A reference, just FYI) in a chapter dedicated solely to book recommendations. I have often found that if memoirs have chapters dedicated solely to book recommendations, or favourite books, my liking for said memoir goes up exponentially. And if I happen to like any of the recommended books, my liking for the writer of that memoir goes up exponentially. Strange-ish coincidence I think? But I digress.

We Need to Talk about Kevin is one dark, effed-book, which obviously means I thoroughly enjoyed it. (This may not be obvious yet, since this is a new blog, but it will be. Especially after I post my 14 favourites of 2014.)  It’s very well-written and it just sucks you in and makes you feel the bleakness that the narrator feels throughout the book. I was very sad for the one and a half days I was racing through this book and for a bit of time after. It gave me a book hangover. (This term, for those who are unfamiliar, refers to a phenomenon where a book is just so good that you can’t pick up another one for a while, during which time you marinate and think about just how good (and terrifying) the book was.)

This book is about a boy named Kevin who, 3 days short of his 16th birthday, commits a mass massacre at his school and is then convicted and imprisoned for it. As I said before, it’s written from the perspective of Eva, Kevin’s mother who is attempting to come to terms with the incident almost two years after it occurred.

This book gives us the unique perspective of a mass murderer’s family, and how they deal with this terrible thing that their offspring has done. We see that Eva is also ostracised for Kevin’s behaviour within the community where they live, and that she even gets sued by one of the victim’s mothers for negligent parenting. This is a side we never get to see, I think and it really fascinated me and drew me in.

The book is very one-sided in a way, because one only gets to see Eva’s side of things, and never Kevin’s. She’s a very atypical mother who seems to distrust and almost dislike Kevin from the start, and her descriptions of him are terrifying, because he honestly sounds like the world’s worst baby and toddler. I kept telling myself to take it in with a pinch of salt especially because Eva was a person who never wanted to be a mother, and felt that she lacked the maternal instinct since before she got pregnant, throughout her pregnancy and even after giving birth, but talked herself into doing it anyway, because of what can only be described as a whim.  But then, I remember that he actually killed a bunch of people and then I wondered, what if Eva’s descriptions are accurate and Kevin was actually born being a so-called ‘bad person’? Throughout this book, I wondered, did her lack of affection make Kevin the way he is, or is he just born an unlovable child? Of course, I can never make up my mind, because all we have is Eva’s point of view. It left me in a state of limbo throughout the book which added to the feeling and confusion and tension in the book. And it interests me greatly that Kevin’s shooting is not the climax of the story and the climax is something completely different, which is both amazing and terrifying at the same time.

This is an amazing book, even though the ending was a little weak in my opinion. I still gave it 5 stars on Goodreads because it really had a massive impact on me. I actually wondered what it would be like to have a child and to know that there’s something severely, terrifyingly ‘off’ about them and being completely helpless to do anything about it.

Read it when you’re relatively cheerful and read it slowly, in small doses, but definitely read this one. 🙂

Ooh and this book is perfect for the Halloween themed reads everyone has been doing.

On that note,

Hoot

-Sin