“What Jake was doing was preparing for his trip into unreality – the world of games where he was in control and never felt different,”
This book is written by a woman whose two sons, Jax and Jake, both suffer from varying degrees of autism. This book wasn’t as witty as expected. The wit was more dry, sardonic. It also includes short poems written by Jeni’s son Jake.
Its not a stellar book, but its certainly interesting to read about the struggles a mum of two autistic boys has to go through while acknowledging that she had a life before her kids came along. Well done to her for going through all of that and more, even though some of the stuff she did write was very personal and I hope it didn’t come round and bite her on the butt later on.
I got this cheaply from a Waterstone’s bargain box and the cover looked rather nice upon first appropriation. Its a quick read, but rather forgettable over all. Some of the anecdotes did come across as rather rambly. Stories of pee, poop and the murderous motives of Dora the Explorer abound in this book. I don’t think I would have brought it full price, though.
MY RATING: *** / *****