Dang. This one makes you want to check and double-check your birth control methods. Sometimes I feel guilty about having only one child, but this book reminds me that it's ok sometimes not to tempt fate. Holy merde. Imagine you have a happy family with hordes of relatives clamoring to visit you and your lovely children at your lovely home. Your life is so full and pleasant that it almost strikes you as being unfair. Until you have your fifth child, someone so cold and alien that your whole life is torn asunder. No one comes to visit you anymore. Your older children are terrified of the baby, as well they should be. He doesn't know his own strength and doesn't understand why he isn't to wield it against other people, or animals.
What would you do if you had a child that you secretly hated? What if you believed you had given birth to a monster, but could never admit it? I imagine it must be akin to the feelings of the parents of sociopaths. How can a seemingly normal couple produce a bad seed? I'm so glad I don't have to find out. This book is a gripper. It raises a lot of moral questions that I'm thrilled to be able to sidestep. If you're pregnant, please don't read this book. Otherwise, proceed with caution. It's evil, but gooooood.
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