Dramatic irony and the core of adult lament.

The weather outside is beautiful, but I haven’t been able to get off the couch. That’s because yesterday I finally bought a copy of Room by Emma Donoghue, a book I talked about buying for months. I’m only two chapters in – granted the 400-page novel is broken up into five equal-length chapters – and it’s without a doubt one of the most terrifying books I’ve ever read. Read the rest of this entry »