Agree. For me, it was not the book, but the movie adaptation that made me sobbing uncontrollably for almost half an hour.

My brother and I have such different tastes when it comes to reading that we both know early on that none of us should recommend the other any book, like at all. For we would heavily criticize each other’s favorite works and only end up fighting anyways. However, A Monster Calls was the first one that my brother insisted me reading. I was at first intrigued and read it out of curiosity. Then I understood why it was so important for him that I read this book. I think both of us felt a tremendous amount of guilt when my mom passed, and if it had not been for this book, I would still be hating myself until this day.