At seven minutes past midnight, thirteen-year-old Conor wakes to find a monster outside his bedroom window. But it isn’t the monster Conor’s been expecting– he’s been expecting the one from his nightmare, the nightmare he’s had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments. The monster in his backyard is different. It’s ancient. And wild. And it wants something from Conor. Something terrible and dangerous. It wants the truth. From the final idea of award-winning author Siobhan Dowd– whose premature death from cancer prevented her from writing it herself– Patrick Ness has spun a haunting and darkly funny novel of mischief, loss, and monsters both real and imagined.
For a while now, I have always heard great things about A Monster Calls. When I came across the book at a local bookstore, I decided to purchase it and give it a read. However, the book stayed in my TBR pile a lot changer than I expected and I started to lose interest in wanting to read it. Once I actually started to read the book, I realized that my opinions were going to be a lot different than others.
I just could not stay with the story and I found myself skimming through the book at times. The only times the story really interested me was the tales the monster told each night and the lessons it told. I only gave this an extra star rating based on the ending and how everything concluded. I’m sure this book was amazing for others, but for me, it was just okay.