I want to say this book is historical fiction but, technically, it doesn't fit the bill. I loved him and felt for him and I was right there behind his eyes with him every step of the way.
But by the end not only was I totally over that notion, I thought Christian was actually a brilliant kid with a power that he didn't know how to wield so he functioned around it, not knowing how to control it.
Just the way he talked and the way he was portrayed as acting he just didn't seem like he was "all there," is I guess what you would want to say. When I first met Christian I initially thought he was a little slow, mentally. I felt getting into Christian's head could have been trimmed some because I was starting to feel, after a while, like saying 'get on with it.' Oh get on it did. It did meander a bit and it was a little slow to start. Would they notice if I went I few minutes longer? I just swallowed it up once I got over the beginning.
I didn't want my lunch break to end because I wanted to keep reading. The more I read, the more I wanted to devour. It starts off kind of slow, just chugging along, until it gets it footing in wide open fields and starts barreling at its full potential: ramming down the countryside at 200 miles per hour and you're sitting there wobbling with the carriage enjoying the ride but somewhere deep in the back of your mind you're hoping the brakes are good. Reading this book was kind of like riding the TGV train in Europe.
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