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3 stars out of 5 |
Lucy Hull, a
young children's librarian in Hannibal, Missouri, finds herself both a
kidnapper and kidnapped when her favorite patron, ten- year-old Ian
Drake, runs away from home. The precocious Ian is addicted to reading,
but needs Lucy's help to smuggle books past his overbearing mother, who
has enrolled Ian in weekly antigay classes with celebrity Pastor Bob.
Lucy stumbles into a moral dilemma when she finds Ian camped out in the
library after hours with a knapsack of provisions and an escape plan.
Desperate to save him from Pastor Bob and the Drakes, Lucy allows
herself to be hijacked by Ian. The odd pair embarks on a crazy road trip
from Missouri to Vermont, with ferrets, an inconvenient boyfriend, and
upsetting family history thrown in their path. But is it just Ian who is
running away? Who is the man who seems to be on their tail? And should
Lucy be trying to save a boy from his own parents?
I’m not sure yet why I didn’t love this book as much as I expected to. Perhaps it’s because I never have read Mary Norton’s
The Borrowers , and therefore couldn’t appreciate the parallels that Makkai was making.
The
main character, Lucy Hull, is a children’s librarian, who becomes
overly concerned with the welfare of her favourite library patron, Ian
Drake. Being in library work myself, I usually adore books involving
libraries and librarians. This one also references many books of
childhood, another characteristic that I generally appreciate.
Although
I tend to prefer ambiguous or realistic endings, I had problems with
the wrap-up of this novel. The whole plot line of a run-away boy with
the librarian who aids and abets him just didn’t work for me as it has
for other readers. Your mileage may vary, perhaps I just wasn’t in the
right frame of mind to enjoy it right now. At any rate, I had to really
push myself to finish the book and was left less than satisfied when I
turned the final page.
But I truly did love some passages in the book, such as Lucy’s description of
The Wizard of Oz:
And second, everyone is so weird, but they’re
all completely accepted. It’s like, okay, you have a pumpkin head, and
that guy’s made of tin, and you’re a talking chicken, but what the hell,
let’s do a road trip.
That is one of the great pleasures of literature, its ability to make the unusual seem absolutely normal.