To be honest, I'm not sure how to classify this book. There are monsters, but it's not really horror. There is magic and dreaming, but it's not really fantasy. It's in that strange place between children's and YA fiction, but it is also mature enough for adult readers to get something out of reading it. I do know that I loved it unreservedly and will definitely read it again.
Conor's mother is receiving treatment
for cancer, he's being bullied at school, and he feels like he's been
betrayed by his best friend. Patrick Ness writes a beautiful, poignant,
heartbreaking, honest story about how Conor confronts his own personal
monsters, aided by the help of the monster that was the yew tree growing
in the church yard across the street.
I can't think of anyone I
wouldn't recommend this book to. I let it sit on my shelf for almost a
year before reading it, and I regret that immensely. Read this book
immediately. You'll be glad you did.
Rating: 5 stars