I spent half of last night reading Baboon, the young adult novel by David Jones that I’ve been wanting to read since… oh, since our shared publisher mentioned a book about a boy whose consciousness is somehow transferred to a baboon during a tragic plane crash.
I know, it sounds wacky. Yet the book somehow completely escapes wackiness.
It’s funny, of course, because David Jones has that sort of dry wit that can’t help wiggling out between sentences. It’s insanely interesting. And it’s one of those books that makes me a little tense because I can’t begin to imagine how the author is going to fix all the problems he’s raised. That’s a good thing, though. And I’m sure David will manage to fix the problems, as long as I go back to reading right this minute.