By Patrick Ness
A #1 ny Times bestseller
An unflinching, darkly humorous, and deeply relocating tale of a boy, his heavily sick mom, and an unforeseen huge visitor.
At seven mins earlier hour of darkness, thirteen-year-old Conor wakes to discover a monster outdoor his bed room window. however it is not the monster Conor's been expecting-- he is been waiting for the only from his nightmare, the nightmare he is had approximately each evening seeing that his mom begun her remedies. The monster in his yard is various. it really is old. And wild. And it desires anything from Conor. whatever bad and unsafe. It desires the reality. From the ultimate concept of award-winning writer Siobhan Dowd-- whose untimely dying from melanoma avoided her from writing it herself-- Patrick Ness has spun a haunting and darkly humorous novel of mischief, loss, and monsters either actual and imagined.
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Of course it was. He listened hard into the silence. But nothing happened. He didn’t hear his name, he didn’t hear the creak of wood. Maybe it wasn’t going to come tonight. 08, read the clock. 09. Feeling vaguely angry, Conor got up and went into the kitchen. He looked out of the window. The monster was standing in his back garden. What took you so long? it asked. – • – It is time for me to tell you the first story, the monster said. Conor didn’t move from the garden chair, where he’d sat himself after he’d gone outside.
Plus, they had always managed so far, just the two of them, no matter how bad the treatments made her feel, it was the price she paid to get better, so why–? “Only a couple of nights,” his mum said, as if she could read his mind. ” He picked at the zip on his rucksack, not saying anything, trying to think of other things. And then he remembered the bag of leaves he’d stuffed into the rubbish bin. Maybe grandma staying in his room wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. “There’s the smile I love,” his mum said, reaching for the kettle as it clicked off.
Every time he’d stayed with her, her fridge had held barely anything more than an egg and half an avocado. Conor’s mum was still too tired to cook herself, and though Conor could have made something, it didn’t seem to occur to his grandma that this was even a possibility. He’d been left with the clean-up, though, and he was shoving the foil packages down onto the bag of poisonous berries he’d hidden at the bottom of the rubbish bin when his grandma came in behind him. “You and I need to have a talk, my boy,” she said, standing in the doorway and blocking his escape.