“Mona’s Eyes” by Thomas Schlesser is one of the most disappointing books I’ve reviewed this year. It’s one thing to be a bad book—something poorly written or one with a misguided premise. It’s another matter to promise and have the potential for greatness, then betray that trust for the author’s personal agenda.
The book begins with a pact between 10-year-old Mona and her grandfather, Henry Vuillemin, whom she affectionately calls “Dadé.” Mona has suffered a sudden, unexplained episode of temporary blindness, and doctors can find no physical cause.
