There are very few books that have made it onto the list of books that have made me cry. But this one did. There’s no doubt about that.
Here’s how I reviewed it on Goodreads:
How can I possibly review this book? Five stars simply aren’t enough. The story, the characters, they creep into you so quietly, so deftly, you’ll barely notice it until you’re rooting for them, fearful for them, championing them. This book had me in tears before the end, and as the pages counted down to the climax, I could barely sit still. I wanted to pace the floor while I read it. And the ending? It’s nothing short of perfect. No book has made me cry so much. I sobbed through the last few pages. Beautiful, heartbreaking, and somehow triumphantly optimistic. This is going to take some time to recover from.
And it will take time to recover from. In fact, I may never. I think this might be one of those books.
The ending. Oh, the ending. I wasn’t prepared for it, not for a moment, but when it happened, so unexpectedly, I realised it was the only possible ending. The only one that made sense. The only way it could ever end.
When I finished, I clutched it as I dried my tears, laughed at something on the TV, and tried to readjust back to everyday life. I placed it on the sofa next to me, and knew I couldn’t just leave it there. I had to tell someone. So I phoned my sister and told her she had to read it, and all the while, the tears caught in my throat. Never, ever has a book made me cry simply by thinking about it. I told her she’ll sob her heart out. (She made me watch Shooting Dogs which made me cry for an hour afterwards. An hour. So this will be my payback.)
Don’t be put off by the title. This isn’t a horror, it’s not a ghost story, or a dark thriller. This is a coming-of-age story, and a beautiful one.