The Other Facts of Life by Morris Gleitzman
Nothing makes sense these days. Especially Morris Gleitzman’s The Other Facts of Life. At one point in the story I was so confused I didn’t know which way was up or down, and whether it rained donuts or frogs. This story contained chicken coops, nuclear destruction, pork chops, and a little boy with a bald head, and I can’t seem to find any sort of connection between these things, not even the slightest similarity. It was not enjoyable reading this book at all. Although it had a story with a beginning, a middle, and an end, the plot was not enjoyable or in any way enticing. Another problem with the book is the inclusion of absolutely random ideas and sentences that were unnecessary and did not add to the book in any way except for making it even more confusing. I give this book a total score of 4 out of 10. I do not recommend it to anyone unless you like not knowing what’s happening and why it’s happening.
Review by Jake
