When Cat came over for St. Patrick's Day dinner she saw a book on our shelves that I had, up until that point, ignored. "Oh, you've read Room?" She asked, having heard tongues wag about it. My attention was drawn to the bookshelf where an evidently well regarded book by Emma Donoghue had been tucked away for months. "I'll read it for my plane book," I decided.
Room is a story about a mother and son who are confined to a room. I won't tell you why since it took me a little bit to figure it out for sure. That was probably the most fun I had with this book.
The story idea didn't come across as a very novel subject, even though I've never read a similar story before. A pretty amazing feat!
What really drove me crazy was all the baby talk. It is written from the viewpoint of Jack, the five year old boy who grew up in the room. It's noted many times that Jack is very good with words, but his sentence construction and general word usage tells me this is a lie. Having spent a lot of time with a five year old who is good with words, it just really peeved me. Although he would (and still does) get some words wrong, I don't think it was ever as bad as this! Even when he was three he probably had this kid beat. It was painful and aggravating.
Another thing that kind of annoyed me was for a long time I thought the book took place in England or somewhere that definitely wasn't America. A lot of the phrases used were a bit off. Why???
Overall it was a pretty boring, although quick read. I was ready for it to end a quarter of the way through.
- Megan Leigh
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