My mother believed that high school graduations were sad
occasions. “For a lot of kids, those
were the worst years of their lives, and for a few others,” she’d say, “those
were the best.”
This book is about the former. Broadly, what it’s like to be obsessed by an
artist, in this case a motion picture director; how easily we misunderstand
people, especially our friends; and how horrible it can be to be a teenager in
high school.
It’s also about a son desperate to forge a connection with
his father.
I have long been a fan of Mister Prentiss. This latest effort does not disappoint. As always, his writing is elegant. He is capable of absolute emotional truth
without a gram of sentimentality.
Get this book.
Disclaimer: I gladly received an advanced review copy of
this book.
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