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The Lost Boy is a sequel to "A Child Called It" which basically depicts the life of David (the author) at ages 12-18 years old.
The first book tells you about this little (literally) kid who was strong and determined enough to stay alive amidst all the abuse his mother had put him through.
This second part of the trilogy, however, tells you about a boy who's trying to become a man in order to fit in to the society that's all new to him.
After being rescued from his mother's abusive claws, Dave was jumping from one foster house to another. Little did he know that the "likes" of him. The "F-kids" as what they were branded were being looked down by the society. Community saw them as rotten tomatoes, even freak of natures. Like being a foster kid was their fault and choice.
Physical abuse seemed more easier to conquer and hurdle than the battle that boiled inside this little man. His questions about his past had led him to slightly crooked paths. More than anything, he wanted to feel like a normal teenager. He wanted to be treated like a human being.
These wants eventually became needs. He needed acceptance. He needed to fit in. He needed to feel human. He needed respect.
He befriended kids who had given him the merest of attention. Acceptance and recognition came in the form of stealing and lying.
Deep inside, he knew he was doing something wrong but his early mind shrugged it off. He was elated. No matter how temporary the feeling was.
Foster parents, just like them, were also being frowned upon. But it was from and with these people that David later on realized his worth and found his identity. People who gave him the kind of love his biological parents weren't able to give.
-- This book made me cry my eyes out. My eyes were so swollen I didn't dare to go out of the room so that nobody would ask what was wrong. It made me cry not because I felt sorry for the boy that David was or used to. I cried because I admired his courage and strength to make a difference. In some ways, he was the same little kid that stutters every time people talk to him. But he felt the need to become a man or make a man out of himself.
And above all these, I especially admired his gift of love. He loved the mother who stabbed him and burned his arm on the stove. He loved the brothers who hated him for revealing "their secret". And he loved the father that never stood and fight for him. He loved them more than he loved himself.
And for that, He can't be the Lost Boy =)
Good Read! :-)
The first book tells you about this little (literally) kid who was strong and determined enough to stay alive amidst all the abuse his mother had put him through.
This second part of the trilogy, however, tells you about a boy who's trying to become a man in order to fit in to the society that's all new to him.
After being rescued from his mother's abusive claws, Dave was jumping from one foster house to another. Little did he know that the "likes" of him. The "F-kids" as what they were branded were being looked down by the society. Community saw them as rotten tomatoes, even freak of natures. Like being a foster kid was their fault and choice.
Physical abuse seemed more easier to conquer and hurdle than the battle that boiled inside this little man. His questions about his past had led him to slightly crooked paths. More than anything, he wanted to feel like a normal teenager. He wanted to be treated like a human being.
These wants eventually became needs. He needed acceptance. He needed to fit in. He needed to feel human. He needed respect.
He befriended kids who had given him the merest of attention. Acceptance and recognition came in the form of stealing and lying.
Deep inside, he knew he was doing something wrong but his early mind shrugged it off. He was elated. No matter how temporary the feeling was.
Foster parents, just like them, were also being frowned upon. But it was from and with these people that David later on realized his worth and found his identity. People who gave him the kind of love his biological parents weren't able to give.
-- This book made me cry my eyes out. My eyes were so swollen I didn't dare to go out of the room so that nobody would ask what was wrong. It made me cry not because I felt sorry for the boy that David was or used to. I cried because I admired his courage and strength to make a difference. In some ways, he was the same little kid that stutters every time people talk to him. But he felt the need to become a man or make a man out of himself.
And above all these, I especially admired his gift of love. He loved the mother who stabbed him and burned his arm on the stove. He loved the brothers who hated him for revealing "their secret". And he loved the father that never stood and fight for him. He loved them more than he loved himself.
And for that, He can't be the Lost Boy =)
Good Read! :-)
