"Four thousand, three hundred and seventeen stiches, his father had told him once. All the King's horses and all the King's men had put Henry Franks back together again."
Henry Franks  has no memory of himself. His father told him there was an accident that killed his mother and left Henry as he is now. Henry meanders through his days attempting very little contact with the world. When he's alone, however, he's looking through his scrapbook trying to piece together his past. With the help of his therapist and neighbor, Henry starts to get closer to figuring out just what happened to him. The only problem is that what happened may not be something he wants to know.
Henry Franks  was one of those spontaneous reads. I wasn't prepared for the amount of emotions I'd experience while reading it. The main character, Henry, is a very sad character that I just want to hug. He's going through a lot and I feel his struggle for answers. When readers finally get to where all Henry's questions are answered, you're left a whole lotta horrified. This is what I'd like to call a horror that slaps you in the face after you are lulled into complacency. I love that and I know you will too!