After getting more than a dozen books for Christmas, the odds of me reading a spectacular one are in my favor. The book of the moment for me would have to be John Connelly's The Book of Lost Things. After his mother dies, and his father grows more distant, David stays in his attic bedroom and reads the books that once belonged to his mother, losing himself in imaginary and wonderful worlds that give him his only company. But the real world and fantasy world are beginning to meld together:"That was when the trouble started.
That was when the bad things came.
That was when the Crooked Man began to appear to David."
And with those sentences, chapter one comes to a close and I was unable to put the book down for the rest of the afternoon. And I'm certain that if you read this, you won't be able to either. Remember. Everything you can imagine is real.
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