I was broken for a long time, but it’s over now.
It’s been a long time — too long, perhaps — since a book made me cry on the subway. This one did it, and I am adamant in saying that it’s not just because there was a mysterious onion smell coming through the man’s skin next to me. A Monster Calls is dark, soulful, terrifying and utterly human, to say nothing of the haunting illustrations by Jim Kay (sometimes I really have to fight back the writer jealousy in this job).
Simone D’Aillencourt in a broad-shouldered pinafore of checks worn over a black sheath by Traina-Norell. Photo by Nina Leen, 1959