Well that wasn't as bad as I though it was going to be.
This book sets itself up to be one of those "why did I do this to myself?" books. The kind that are so upsetting that every now and then they still keep you up at night with their ickiness (I'm looking at you, Fall on Your Knees). The problem is that those books can also be amazing. The nice thing about Room is that it didn't get into that part of my brain, but it was still fairly excellent. (To be clear, though, Fall on Your Knees, with all its awfulness,
is h'way better than Room, but it will take part of your soul as payment.)
Told from the perspective of a five-year-old boy named Jack, Room is the story of a Mom and her kid. Seven years ago, a man abducted Ma and locked her in a highly secure, 11-by-11-foot room. Five years ago, she had his child. For Jack, Room is the whole world: nothing exists beyond its walls. His perspective is so unique (thank God), and watching its development is captivating. Donoghue goes into great detail about the Room and Jack's relationship to the objects in it. How Jack sees the world, the significance of the games that he and his Ma play, these kept me turning the pages even more than the action.
This book holds back from exploiting its readers emotions, even though it would have been so easy to up the Awful Factor to unbearable levels. As it stands, it keeps it to terrible freaking subject matter, written up as a thriller. One scene actually had me drenched in sweat. I got very invested in Jack and I felt strongly about his well-being. (Also, it gets hot in this apartment.) SO. A good read, a quick read, and recommended.
This books is a R.I.P.ping good suspense/thriller.