When Conor is visited by a monster, he expects it to be the one from the nightmare- the nightmare he has had since his mother was diagnosed with cancer. But it isn't. This monster may not look as scary, but it wants the most terrifying thing of all. It wants the truth.
A Monster Calls is one of those children's books which isn't for children. The prose is simple, and the story easy to follow, but it carries more weight as a teen, and more, I imagine, as an adult.
Conor is, to me, what any child who has lost a parent would be: sad, angry, and confused. And the Monster's beauty is in how clearly he mirrors that. With his twisting stories, he leads Conor to what he needs to admit, and helps him, if not out of the darkness, further along the path.
Ultimately, the book is about truth and courage. Recognising what is against you and carrying on despite it. Heart-wrenching and absolutely brilliant, there is little else I can say without spoiling it, except to advise you to go and read it.
It isn't childish, so don't be put off. This is a fantastic read.
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Book Reviews
Non-FictionCarried over from my Tumblr, this is a personal project tracking what I read through time, largely because of my awful memory. These aren't long reviews, but the books are varied, and the opinions are honest, so I hope you enjoy.
