You know how, sometimes, you find a book and you just know you’ll love it? For instance, Wonder by R. J. Palacio. I read the description and knew it would become an all-time favourite – and it did. Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend by Matthew Green was similar. These books promised something wonderful, and they delivered.
This was not one of those books.
I read the premise of The Light of the Fireflies and thought, ‘This is going to be amazing. I will love this book forever.’ It had already been compared to Room by Emma Donoghue, which I saw as a good thing, but by the end, I realised that it’s basically Room if Jack had escaped and, instead of trying to find the police, had helped Old Nick to murder Ma instead.
