A young man who is losing his mother to cancer gets lessons from a monster that helps him through his grief. 
 The book is for young adults and children, but I'm not sure if the intended audience is mature enough for the subject matter. I couldn't imagine what a child whose mother had died from cancer would experience while reading this. I don't think it would be something I would recommend. I decided to read this book after hearing all of my (adult) friends rave about it. I had high expectations. I am beyond confused right now. This book was NOT amazing. It was just OK, and that is being generous. I don't understand what everyone is so crazy about. I wasn't impressed with the prose or overly touched by the character's sad story. The tears I shed were purely situational. Cancer is sad, the death of one' mother is sad, but I wasn't crying specifically for Conor or his mother. The pictures were neat, but I'm not reviewing the drawings. This is a book review, and the book just wasn't that great.