The Book of Lost Things
By John Connolly
High in his attic bedroom, twelve-year-old David mourns the death of his mother. He is angry and alone, with only the books on his shelf for company. But those books have begun to whisper to him in the darkness, and as he takes refuge in his imagination, he finds that reality and fantasy have begun to meld. While his family falls apart around him, David is violently propelled into a land that is a strange reflection of his own world, populated by heroes and monsters, and ruled over by a faded king who keeps his secrets in a mysterious book… The Book of Lost Things.
An imaginative tribute to the journey we must all make through the loss of innocence into adulthood, John Connolly’s latest novel is a book for every adult who can recall the moment when childhood began to fade, and for every adult about to face that moment. The Book of Lost Things is a story of hope for all who have lost, and for all who have yet to lose. It is an exhilarating tale that reminds us of the enduring power of stories in our lives.
If you’ve been around here for very long, you probably know I have something of a “thing” for fairy tales. I love to read the originals. I love fairy tale retellings. And, when the mood strikes, I write them too; as my “novel” is something of a fairy tale retelling/sequel type thing that is stuck in limbo. For now.
Now I have a new favorite book for my list because this novel took my breath away. It was just the thing to pull me out of the reading slump I’ve been in since the baby was born. Didn’t hurt that I finally remembered that, yes, you can read and nurse at the same time! Duh! And thank goodness I read it; it’s my first read for the RIP challenge! I’m so woefully behind! This was delightfully imaginative, original and creepy! A must read at this time of year.