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| Now that I'm five... |
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jumped. Jack is Mister five. And now that he's five... He is old enough to know the truth. That his world isn't real.
Are you ready to enter Jack's room? At first, you can't tell what exactly is wrong. It's just an unsettled feeling that creeps into your gut. There's something wrong with this innocent kid... It's coded in his not-quite-English version of talk where everything's been given a new name under his own set of rules. Even the walls have names, because they're his friends. Everything in the room is his friend. Even the wardrobe where he sleeps at night when the man comes to go to bed with his Ma. In his head, Jack counts the bed creaks until they stop and he can fall asleep.
This is a story of survival. Of what a mother will endure for her son. Of what a child can do to save his mother. Of what people are capable of...both brave and sinister. It is both disturbing and heartfelt. When you figure out what's going on, you won't be able to put the book down.
