The best sort of YA novel is one that isn't meant just for the young demographic. It's the sort that grown ups can read and still relate to as well, because there's no emotion so profound and so shared as that of loss and grief, and the struggle to come to terms with it.

The book itself is absolutely gorgeous, one I'm so glad I picked up at the library instead of in ebook form, because the art is moody, a perfect accompaniment to the story itself.

I read A Monster Calls in a single sitting because I simply couldn't put it down, too engrossed in the monster, in Connor and his story, and the stories told within. This book is so good. I want to shove it in everyone's face and tell them to read as if their lives depended on it.