Room, by Emma Donoghue
Jack is five. Yesterday he was four, but today he's five. He lives in a room 11x11 with his Ma who was kidnapped seven years ago at 19 by Old Nick and repeatedly raped by him. I guess you can say Jack is THE only bright spot in this torturous situation. Jack is her sanity, her security blanket, her sunshine. For Jack Room is his whole world. No windows, but for a skylight on the roof, he has no concept of the outside world at all. Ma has told him that the little of it she allows him to see on tv is all fake.
I had a rough time with this book. Not just the subject matter but the verbiage. Narrated completely by Jack who's speech pattern really got annoying after awhile. I would have liked to have it go back and forth between him and his mother just for a break. Dealing with being at the absolute mercy of her captor was excruciating. If he was angry at her he shut their electricity as punishment, she had to worry that he might not come back with food and supplies for them.
This isn't an easy read by a long shot, it made me feel queasy and I couldn't stop thinking about Jaycee Dugard and the Ohio girls. If you can get past the subject matter and baby banter give it a go.
3 1/2 cannolis