I should probably let a few days pass before I write this review. But it feels like I should do justice to the book and do it now.
My heart is gone. It hasn’t been broken; it has been turned to dust. Beauty has that kind of power. So do certain kinds of sadness. And, God, does this book have every kind of beauty and sadness there is in this world.
The monster showed up after midnight. As they do.
But it isn’t the monster Conor’s been expecting. He’s been expecting the one from his nightmare, the one he’s had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments, the one with the darkness and the wind and the screaming…
This monster is something different, though. Something ancient, something wild. And it wants the most dangerous thing of all from Conor.
It wants the truth.
This is the sort of story that I can feed the monster inside of me with. It’s juicy and raw, with a sweet and sour sauce. I hope my monster enjoys it because all of my other parts have.