After the end of the semester, I wanted to read something that did not require a lot of thinking. I really didn’t think that The Imaginary by A. F. Harrold would have substance. I thought this would be fluff. I was wrong.
Rudger is Amanda’s best friend. He doesn’t exist, but nobody’s perfect. Rudger is imaginary.
Yup, that’s pretty much what I am going write for the description of the book. This was so beautifully written that I lack the vocabulary to describe it. I won’t do it justice. The story was breathtaking beautiful. I think that anyone would like it, not just middle graders. It’s a profound story about friendship. I was enchanted by the lore of where imaginary friends come from and where they go when you don’t need them anymore. I cannot confirm or deny but there might have been some hysterical crying on my part.