I never write book reviews, I might recommend a book occasionally to a friend, but that’s it. Right now I am reading Stolen Life by Jacee Dugard. She’s the girl who was kidnapped at age eleven and imprisoned for years by Phillip Garrido. The story is frightening and unbelievable, how this young girl survived is a miracle. But… it is so poorly written that I find it distracting and will go back and reread a sentence to make sure I read it correctly. I know that Jacee wrote it herself, but it seems that no one proof read it before publishing. I am reading it on my Kindle, which is another disappointment. Pictures and copies of her journal written while she was in captivity are impossible to see. Bummer. I’m halfway through and tempted to put it down for a week or so.
The last book I read was Room, by Emma Donoghue. Room was also difficult to read but for a totally different reason. The book is narrated by five-year old Jack, who is held captive with his “Ma” by Old Nick who kidnapped Ma when she was 17. Jack and Ma live in a shed in the kidnappers backyard. Jack was born and is being raised by his Ma in this small shed they simply call “room”. Jack’s narration, done in his own strange baby talk added just the right amount of creepiness. The book was excellent, but gave me nightmares. It ended abruptly leaving me wonder what happened to Jack and his Ma.
Both of these books…too depressing for me.