I’m still reading this one, mainly because I’m trying to stretch it out to make it last. I love it that much. I’m hanging on to the last few chapters, just don’t want it to be over. Flynn is a poetic, inventive writer who just happens to have an amazing story to tell. The one about his life working in a homeless shelter in Boston intersecting with his relationship with his estranged, homeless father. It’s complicated, as you can imagine.
Think Growing Up by Russell Baker and The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls on crystal meth, without the redeeming characters or unconditional love. Or Mary Carr’s Liar’s Club but without Carr’s twangy humor. Yet somehow not grim or depressing. Somehow clear-eyed and beautiful. Illuminating. Full of humanity and vulnerability.
It’s such a compelling story that I wasn’t surprised to find that there is a movie version being made (Julianne Moore in the cast!). Quick! Read it before the movie spoils it for you. The movie may end up being great, who knows? But like I tell my boys, always read the book first. That way you get to see it in your head first the way you imagine it. Seeing the movie spoils that possibility. Discovering halfway through that there’s a movie version crept into my reading, (as in, how in the world will they film this scene?), and I kind of resent that. So let’s forget I mentioned it.
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Have you read it? What did you think? What are you reading? I’m lining up my next book , always looking for recommendations, dear readers. . . .