This book broke me in the most beautiful way.
Limbusland is magical on the surface: whimsical illustrations, a strange in-between world, adventure threaded with imagination. But underneath that dreamy atmosphere is something painfully real: a child who feels different, lost, misunderstood… and a parent who feels helpless watching it.
I cried reading this. Not because it was simply sad but because I saw my own son in that boy. His sensitivity. His struggles. The way the world doesn’t always understand children who feel too much or move through life differently.
The story captures that quiet ache of parenting: loving your child fiercely while wishing you could carry their pain for them. It made me feel seen. It made me feel exposed. And it made me hold my son a little tighter.
The illustrations add another layer of emotion. They’re soft but powerful, almost like they’re whispering what the characters cannot say out loud.
This isn’t just a children’s book. It’s a book for parents. For anyone who has loved a child who struggles. For anyone who knows that sometimes the scariest place isn’t a fantasy world, it’s the fear of losing connection.
I don’t give 5 stars easily.
But this one… this one deserves it.
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