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A review by annettebooksofhopeanddreams
Lost Boy by Christina Henry
5.0
There's something about Henry's books that just clicks with me. It always takes a few pages and then I feel it already. The rhythm of her words flows through my veins, the purity of her character's emotions take over and slowly, inch by inch, she sucks me into the story until I don't want to stop reading anymore.
I'm absolutely and totally in love with Henry's writing style. It's almost as if I'm reading a song or a poem. It has a melody, it has a pace and it resonates with something in me. Each and every word and each and every sentence feels like a carefully crafted arrow that reaches all the weak and vulnerable places of my heart. And I love it. I love that she touches me like that and reaches me like that.
Just like all her other tales, this tale is grim and dark. It's not the Neverland you know and the adventures are not as innocent as you remember. People die. People get hurt. And Peter is still Peter, the Peter I met when I read the original tale of Peter Pan half a year ago. He's egocentric, childish and he refuses to carry any guilt or responsibility on his shoulders. For some it might feel like a far stretch from canon, for me it fit in perfectly.
And somewhen, while the story unfolded itself, I fell in love with Jaime, with Sal, with Charlie and I wanted so badly that they would get the happy ending I knew wasn't coming. But Henry wraps the plot up perfectly, ready to start the original tale of Peter Pan, perfectly blending in with the canon everyone knows and love so much.
I can't wait to see what she does with Little Red Riding Hood.
I'm absolutely and totally in love with Henry's writing style. It's almost as if I'm reading a song or a poem. It has a melody, it has a pace and it resonates with something in me. Each and every word and each and every sentence feels like a carefully crafted arrow that reaches all the weak and vulnerable places of my heart. And I love it. I love that she touches me like that and reaches me like that.
Just like all her other tales, this tale is grim and dark. It's not the Neverland you know and the adventures are not as innocent as you remember. People die. People get hurt. And Peter is still Peter, the Peter I met when I read the original tale of Peter Pan half a year ago. He's egocentric, childish and he refuses to carry any guilt or responsibility on his shoulders. For some it might feel like a far stretch from canon, for me it fit in perfectly.
And somewhen, while the story unfolded itself, I fell in love with Jaime, with Sal, with Charlie and I wanted so badly that they would get the happy ending I knew wasn't coming. But Henry wraps the plot up perfectly, ready to start the original tale of Peter Pan, perfectly blending in with the canon everyone knows and love so much.
I can't wait to see what she does with Little Red Riding Hood.