You’re going to have to read the blurb before I explain why I am actually torn about this but can’t help myself:
In Emma Donoghue’s latest masterpiece, an English nurse brought to a small Irish village to observe what appears to be a miracle-a girl said to have survived without food for months-soon finds herself fighting to save the child’s life.
Tourists flock to the cabin of eleven-year-old Anna O’Donnell, who believes herself to be living off manna from heaven, and a journalist is sent to cover the sensation. Lib Wright, a veteran of Florence Nightingale’s Crimean campaign, is hired to keep watch over the girl.
Written with all the propulsive tension that made Room a huge bestseller, THE WONDER works beautifully on many levels–a tale of two strangers who transform each other’s lives, a powerful psychological thriller, and a story of love pitted against evil.
So, I haven’t read Room, and I don’t plan to. I haven’t watched it either, because, well I don’t know. It was a bit overhyped, I guess? Shrugs. I always planned to but I never quite got around to it. But, I can’t say that the rave reviews about Room haven’t got me interested in this.
Part of me is intrigued by a child living on manna from heaven, whatever that is in reality, and an investigator and protector, who both seem built to butt heads.
But, it’s that last paragraph, about it working on many levels that gives me pause — a tale of two strangers who transform each other’s lives, a powerful psychological thriller, and a story of love pitted against evil — it sounds like the book is trying to be too many things at once.
I don’t know, I really am torn — what do you think?