Recent Read – A Monster Calls

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness

My rating ✰5✰

Picture and quote from Goodreads

An unflinching, darkly funny, and deeply moving story of a boy, his seriously ill mother, and an unexpected monstrous visitor.

At seven minutes past midnight, thirteen-year-old Conor wakes to find a monster outside his bedroom window. But it isn’t the monster Conor’s been expecting– he’s been expecting the one from his nightmare, the nightmare he’s had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments. The monster in his backyard is different. It’s ancient. And wild. And it wants something from Conor. Something terrible and dangerous. It wants the truth. From the final idea of award-winning author Siobhan Dowd– whose premature death from cancer prevented her from writing it herself– Patrick Ness has spun a haunting and darkly funny novel of mischief, loss, and monsters both real and imagined.

This was such a hard and emotional read. Knowing what was coming for Conor and his mother while he seemed to not know, or at least to not acknowledge it was painful. Watching his mother die before our eyes mirrored watching my beloved husband Jason die in so many ways that it hurt my heart intensely to see it all over again in Conor’s eyes. I was sobbing uncontrollably by the end. It was such a hard and touching and powerful story that I am so glad I read. The pictures added to the story and were frightening all on their own.

Seeing Conor’s fear and anger come out throughout the book were something I could relate to from my own loss. The denial wasn’t something I related too, but could see why he was experiencing it. The representation of grief is painfully accurate. I highly recommend this book to anyone that can handle the tears it will likely cause.

3 thoughts on “Recent Read – A Monster Calls

  1. Even though it was such a hard read for you, it sounds like it was therapeutic for you also. Maybe releasing some of your fears, anxieties and grief that stays buried in your head and heart because it’s too painful to let them out, is what you need to do. The books I am reading are ones that help me escape all that, not relive it. However, the music I listen to sometimes opens up my pandora box and I weep uncontrollably. Even though I am spent afterwards, I somehow feel a little better.

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    1. Yes. Books seem to be where I can handle looking at my grief and loneliness. I can’t take it in movies, or photos, or music, or even in talking about my husband or my feelings. I either just sob uncontrollably or shut down entirely and stop communicating. Books give me the distance and the safety to be able cry about my own heartache through a lens where I am also crying about someone else’s heartache too.

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