The description for this book made it sound wonderful. It was all about imagination but with some heart and some sorrow and a bunch of adventure. What I read instead was a disjointed and humorless account of a boy trying to make it through hypoglycemic shock by winning a fantasy war inside his head. The writing is lackluster, does not flow in any way that could follow, and doesn't tell a particularly interesting story despite the premise. The characters are shallow, at least they appear to be. No depth is ever plumbed for any of them, even the main character. We know a few things about his family, and that he is diabetic, but that's about it. The other characters are all paper masks floating about the story with no impact at all despite the fact that their names are often shouted with multiple exclamation points. This might have worked had it been about three times as long and actually gone into some detail about any of the setting or any of the characters. It's well drawn, but the dialogue and text doesn't really jive with the art, making me wonder if the artist and writer even knew each other that well.

I had a hard time wanting to bother finishing this book. I probably did for the sole reason of marking it finished on Goodreads and adding to my books read total. That's a terrible reason for reading any book, and which I think is reflective of my experience here. Disappointment.