With details that are as fascinating as they are disturbing, C. J. Omololu weaves an hour-by-hour account of Lucy’s desperate attempt at normalcy. Her fear and isolation are palpable as readers are pulled down a path from which there is no return, and the impact of hoarding on one teen’s life will have readers completely hooked.”
Things to do with the mind, specifically mental disorders interest me. (I believe I’ve said that before? If not, I’m saying it now.) Hoarding fits into that category for me. I’m not one for hoarding shows, simply because they depress me. I figured I would give my hand at reading this book instead.
It didn’t depress me, if anything I was more in shock with the way Lucy reacted. She had this lack of major emotion that her mother is dead. At first she shows a little, but for the most part she seems more worried about herself and what others will think. Sure she’s led a rough life, but she found her mom dead, you’d think she’d be a bit more upset.
It was a good book, not the best book I’ve ever read, but if I was to rate it I’d easily give it 3.5 or maybe even 4 stars. The small love side story was cute, but only seemed to make me feel more like she wasn’t too upset. The actual details about the status of the house were disturbing and horrifying.