Finding My Way Home in The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly

I love The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly.

Let’s just get that straight because well, I am not one to delve into any dark tale, but this one…now this book’s delicious!

I was apprehensive at first because the author’s from Dublin and for some reason, I find Irish Writers and their writing either melancholic or way too nostalgic, so I was on the fence at first, but I’m glad I couldn’t keep this down. (I’ve also not changed my feeling about most Irish novels 😦 .)

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About the book


350+ pages/ Washington Square Press/Supernatural Crime Fiction/Children’s Fiction

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.

My favorite lines

The stories in books hate the stories contained in newspapers, David’s mother would say. Newspaper stories were like newly caught fish, worthy of attention only for as long as they remained fresh, which was not very long at all.

In this land, it seemed that hunger inevitable overwhelmed cowardice, and the harpies of the Brood…


I am glad I bought this book because aside from the twist on the fairy tales, it felt great accompanying the lead character, David, on his journey through life from his childhood, the loss of his mother, and his outlook of what happens in his life.

 

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