C.D.Hickey writes a thoughtfully compassionate story that fully encapsulates the ordinary nature of the war. It was something hidden and just heard about- to the grown ups. For those who had loved ones fighting for the country, its prese ce was more keenly felt. But, for the children- war was a curiosity but also the stuff of nightmares.
Hickey observes all this casually: charting a journey and creating this atmosphere of misery and hopelessness. The reader is taken into a child's head- only we are privy to his true thoughts he can't express the way others want him to. We bear witness to his loneliness, his vulnerabilty in an adult world controlled by the decisions of adults. I do want to learn how he gets on: in just a few pages, Hickey has you feeling for her characters.
Hickey observes all this casually: charting a journey and creating this atmosphere of misery and hopelessness. The reader is taken into a child's head- only we are privy to his true thoughts he can't express the way others want him to. We bear witness to his loneliness, his vulnerabilty in an adult world controlled by the decisions of adults. I do want to learn how he gets on: in just a few pages, Hickey has you feeling for her characters.