Emma Donoghue's Room. I had read a few reviews about it and although it was intriguing, I thought it would be way too disturbing. I was only sort of right.
Room is written from the perspective of 5 year old Jack, a boy who has grown up in Room with his mother. His mother you see was kidnapped 7 years ago when she was 19 years old by "old Nick". Jack's whole existence is limited to one room and the TV-but his mom's told him that everything on TV is fake, and he doesn't truly know about "Outside". I don't want to say anything more because it would really ruin the story if you want to read it.
The mere thought of a story told by a young boy growing up in this kind of environment was enough to deter me from picking this book up on my own. A friend from work lent it to me and am I ever glad she did. After the first 30 pages I wasn't sure I could finish it at this point and thought I might have to return it and borrow it again at another time, but I decided to give it the ride home on the subway on Thursday night and am I ever glad I did. I have no idea how she did it, but Donoghue did an amazing job of writing this novel from the perspective of a 5 year old boy who only knows Room. Simply amazing.
I promise-this book is worth reading!