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Book Review: Room by Emma Donoghue




How can I not fall in love with the way she looks at him? I watched the movie first, quite long before I read the book. The movie was excellent. The novel was quite a let down at first because I read it with my own 24-year-old's voice when I should've used a five-year-old boy's instead. Silly me. Shouldn't have made the mistake after watching the movie. Like most stories being made into movies, there are a few differences between the novel and the movie. However, I don't really mind that because the complexities are still there. 

Reading this book, you can easily hate Ma, the mother of Jack, that had been kept captive by his kidnapper for as long as seven years. She occasionally had mood swings especially when she was treated at a hospital after she and Jack were finally saved by the police. She would easily become irritated when the doctor wanted to run a check-up on Jack; she would insist that there was nothing wrong with her son because she has taken a good care of him ever since he was born. She was quite cranky at times and didn't really converse politely with others. At first I couldn't understand her. But, after I did some thinking, I thought it was pretty natural for her and even all women that have experienced the same thing as her to act the same way; she had been cooped up for seven years, all of her ties to the real world was cut and the only persons she could really interact in that period of time was with her kidnapper who was also her raper and later on Jack, her son. To begin a new life in the  wide world again must be emotionally challenging for her, plus now she had a son. She didn't want to act rudely but sometimes , I guess, she couldn't help it. 

As I've mentioned just now, this book is written from the perspective of the five-year-old Jack. It is possible for adults to feel quite uncomfortable, irritated or tired when we read 'Room' because there were so much things that were described in such details that we would think were not necessary. He also asked a lot of questions. Believe me when I say a lot. I had to keep reminding myself that Jack was just like any other curious boys of the same age. However, Jack was not like other boys that live normally and freely in this world; he just knew that the world was only as small as the room he and his mother were kept in and that there were only two real people that really lived in this world: he and his mother. Knowing this, it was only fair for me to be extra understanding towards Jack. 

In short, the movie: Excellent; the novel: Brilliant.


Emma, I believe you've just earned a new fan.


"Scared is what you're feeling," says Ma, "but brave is what you're doing."

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