Read The Forrests by Emily Perkins (Bloomsbury Circus, 2012). Beautifully written, artful, creative.
Children who believe they are neglected. The effect of poverty.
For me, not enough.
I couldn't really care for the characters. Nothing develops very much, except that people grow wiser as they age. Their names are undifferentiated, bland.
There is one aha moment. One.
Maybe I missed something, because some are suggesting it might be a Booker Prize winner.
Well.
The style is good enough, for sure.
Maybe I'm just unkind.
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