I am inadequate

I want to post about Caroline’s book, In Search of Adam, but I find myself overwhelmed and unable to find the words. (Some writer I’m gonna make, eh?)

And I have to post today or else I risk leaving up a post about a Teddy Bear and a Dog in the clouds while I'm in the UK and any newcomers chancing on my blog might think I’m a bit … well, lacking. I don’t know whether I’ll have a second to post from the UK in between ‘all’ the book launches and socializing I’m going to be doing!

I chose to read In Search of Adam because of Caroline, blogging, and the novel racers, but I was a little afraid of what 'stuff' it would put in my head.

I don’t want to write a traditional review (they’ve been done so beautifully by others already – and amusingly - Bobo. See them all from Caroline's blog) but I did want to tell you what I thought.

In Search of Adam is beautiful; it felt like reading poetry (where I didn’t have to stop and speculate about what it meant). I slowed my normal reading speed right down to taste all the words, and shapes. I've worried about how I could describe it as ‘beautiful’ because the subject is so harrowing, but I think perhaps the poetry and the visual beauty enabled the horror of the story.

Don't let the subject matter put you off, it's a tragic story, told with such tenderness and humility. It's an emotional read but not a depressing one.