Earlier today, I had the chance of seriously reading the book Sunshine gave me for my birthday. As this post’s title suggests, it’s called “A Monster Calls”, and if one should judge it on the cover alone, it will no doubt receive more than just a passing glance.

I suppose I’m too emotional and sentimental on several degrees, since I cried after reading the book. I haven’t had any experience with… losing people so close to me. And after reading the book, I really don’t want to have to go through what the protagonist went through. I never cry over books. Maybe get downcast by a dark theme or a sad, melancholic one, but never real tears. Well, this book kind of did it for me. It was funny, too, how I kept on thinking, imagining what would happen if I were in the same situation as Conor O’Malley. And, well…

I think readers - people who favor a certain genre, specifically - are biased, mostly. They point out the good things in the book and rarely explore the weak points. The holes in the plot. I must admit, I was skeptical about A Monster Calls and how it seemed to possess the ability to make a grown man cry like a little girl. But this book isn’t - wasn’t, maybe - overhyped, and it’s just an excellent piece of literature and… really, the plot’s moving, and the voice haunting, and the illustrations. They’re just…

I’ve never played Xbox360’s Limbo. But I’ve seen the art, and I’ve seen the consumer comments, and I think it might be a game that I’ll enjoy. Maybe A Monster Calls is the literary world’s Limbo. I’ve not the experience to actually live through the book, but - and I really, really, really hate to think of it - should the inevitable occur… should I lose someone very important to me, for one reason or the other… A Monster Calls will no doubt be a big help.