I believe this story is classified as a fantasy, as imagination thrives in the later chapters, but I found the content to be more of a psychological drama with the asylum and the debauchery of the medical personnel and the deranged relatives. Even the school is not a safe place, and the only friend this youngster has is her mother.
Something affects me about these types of situation. Being an empath, my little heart has difficulty coping. I guess I love my fantasies with a little more pink. Nevertheless, I was grateful when Jorja found Sam when she did and was able to connect … or was this the result of the ‘zip’ the doctor was subjecting her to?
This is where the author shows her mettle when she depicts people, their foreign lands, and other friends that do not seem to exist. At least I can pretend they do and forget about the dreary hospital corridors.
I needed to believe she was out of the asylum, finally happy. I breathed a little easier when I encountered the denouement. That’s what happens when the writing style is so good. You live the story a little more, don’t you?