I delayed reading [b:Room|7937843|Room|Emma Donoghue|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1282778933s/7937843.jpg|9585076]for a long time because the subject matter concerned me. As a mother, would I be too emotionally drawn in? Would it be too heartbreaking?

I loved it.

Jack tells his story with such honesty and empathy and insight, it's impossible not to love him. The way his mother creates a happy childhood for him in the midst of the horror she's living through makes me want to cry with her and bring her tea and ice cream and award her with every possible mothering medal on the planet. Room was all he knew, and even though there were some scary times (When Old Nick came, mostly) for him, they weren't dwelled on, the author didn't sensationalize them, it was simply a part of Jack's day and he addressed it in his story, and moved on. There are so many lovely little pieces of this story that come together to make a picture of a beautiful mother/son relationship, in spite of, or maybe because of, everything they went through together.