Terri M. LeBlanc
Well, I read it. I can't say I fully understood EXACTLY what was going on in the story AT ALL.
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How do you save the world from monsters if no one will admit they exist?
She stumbled backwards, her eyes wide, as the figure started coming out of the canvas
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She tried to be brave. Well, she said, her hands only a little shaky, at least tell me what I should call you.
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Well, little girl, it replied, I suppose you can call me Pet.
There are no more monsters anymore, or so the children in the city of Lucille are taught. With doting parents and a best friend named Redemption, Jam has grown up with this lesson all her life. But when she meets Pet, a creature made of horns and colours and claws, who emerges from one of her mother's paintings and a drop of Jam's blood, she must reconsider what she's been told. Pet has come to hunt a monster, and the shadow of something grim lurks in Redemption's house. Jam must fight not only to protect her best friend, but also to uncover the truth.
In their riveting and timely young adult debut, acclaimed novelist Akwaeke Emezi asks difficult questions about what choices a young person can make when the adults around them are in denial.
Well, I read it. I can't say I fully understood EXACTLY what was going on in the story AT ALL.
But an echo of a memory is not the same as a memory, and a memory is not the same as now, and anyway, he'd said it loud enough that the painting heard it.
But forgetting is dangerous. Forgetting is how the monsters come back.
Pet crouched down and slid its spine from side to side, as if stretching. "It is not a what. It is a who. The why is monstrous. The when is here."
Adults were like that so much of the time, inflexible when they thought they had something to protect.
You think you see everything, so you think everything you see is all there is to be seen.
Jam could pretend that everything had stopped, and in that space of that pause, she could breathe.
"Ain't no grown-up in the whole of Lucille grown enough to tell you you don't deserve answers to your questions. You understand?"