Friday, February 4, 2011

Room, by Emma Donoghue

Little, Brown and Company

And that's all we have to say about that.


  1. Oh, just the opposite! Guess that was a bit too concise. But, everyone else in the world has reviewed it, and I figured why kill myself trying to say the same things they all did in an original way. But I had to put my two cents in (guess I should have sprung for a nickle's worth).

  2. Room is brilliantly narrated by five-year-old Jack, whose innocence and charm are the only things that make hearing his story bearable. Jack's voice immediately transports readers into the touchingly private world that exists solely for him and his mother - except for frequent nightly visits from a man who Jack refers to as "Old Nick." Though Jack seems like any other normal young boy - inquisitive, energetic, funny, regimented in routine, and attached to his mother - his life has been anything but normal: Jack's whole world is "Room," as he sentimentally refers to it, an eleven by eleven square-foot space where he was born and raised - and where his "Ma" has endured unimaginable torture for the past seven years. Donoghue's ability to simultaneously show and contrast Jack's naïve perception of Room against his mother's dark and disturbing view of it, is quite remarkable.