High in his attic bedroom, twelve-year-old David mourns the death of his mother, with only the books on his shelf for company. But those books have begun to whisper to him in the darkness. Angry and alone, he takes refuge in his imagination and soon finds that reality and fantasy have begun to meld. While his family falls apart around him, David is violently propelled into a world that is a strange reflection of his own — populated by heroes and monsters and ruled by a faded king who keeps his secrets in a mysterious book, The Book of Lost Things.
Hey guys! Is that time again!
While I’m still reading Hidden Figures (Which I like, but is very slow), sometimes I pick up a Fiction book and this week was The book of lost Things. When I started reading I thought I would be identified with the main character because some things about grief and that sort of stuff. But then everything took a very strange turn and It started to be very creepy and gruesome. I loved it!!!!
It is a very “child-ruining” book, but it also contains a very interesting adventure through an unknown land filled with strange characters and ambiance and all was just awesome, for me. I think what the author wanted the reader to perceive was the journey of the child-adult transition. Sometimes it was a little bit disturbing, but for me it was ok. I recommend this book, not to childs, but teens that want to find their identity and are dealing with troubles of any kind.
Conquer your fears! You’re always stronger than them!
“Stories were different, though: they came alive in the telling. Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, they had no real existence in our world. They were like seeds in the beak of a bird, waiting to fall to earth. or notes of a song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being. They lay dormant, hoping for the chance to emerge. Once someone started to read them, they could begin to change. Stories wanted to be read. They needed it. It was the reason they forced themselves from their world into ours. They wanted us to give them life”.
“We all have our routines. But they must have a purpose and provide an outcome that we can see and take some comfort from, or else they have no use at all. Without that, they are like the endless pacings of a caged animal. If they are not madness itself, then they are prelude to it”.
“This life is filled with threats and danger. We face those that we have to face, and there will be times when we must make the choice to act for a greater good, even at risk to ourselves, but we do not lay down our lives needlessly. Each of us has only one life to livem and one life to give. There is no glory in throwing it away where there is no hope”.
Thanks again for reading! Until next Time…