This is the most unusual love story I have met in a long time. Two teenage social outcasts stare at each other through their facing bedroom windows. He sits with a pair of binoculars – and she calls him Creepy. But she doesn’t close her curtains. He calls her Maud, as she reminds him of the Alfred Lord Tennyson poem of the same name. Their real names are never mentioned, even though they go to the same school.
Creepy has warring parents and a distinct taste for things that others overlook. To him, Maud is exotic and beautiful. However, she is troubled. Maud has Trichotillomania – she pulls out her own hair and eats it. Both do not fit in to the world around them.
Slowly they begin communication in looks and notes across the window. Creepy understands Maud in a way that her parents do not. As life becomes more and more difficult for Maud, it is Creepy who comes to her rescue, culminating in him fibbing his way into her home so that he can finally speak to her. It is only at this moment that the reader realizes just how much their relationship has come to mean to both of them.
A surprisingly touching read, up for CBCA Older Reader’s Book of the Year (2013).