I put this book down more than once as the story challenged me in ways I wasn’t expecting, with moments that lingered long after I turned the page. While it’s geared toward young adults, its themes—identity, loss, and the messy beauty of growing up and resonate far beyond any age. It’s a book that demands attention, patience, and empathy, and in return, it leaves a lasting impression.
The book sits honestly with masculinity, addiction, and shame. The F-word is tossed around quite frequently, and there’s a kind of “might as well laugh” tone that doesn’t deny the damage, but instead acknowledges it with a shrug. In addition, there are half-buried memories, and those quiet moments when things finally start to make sense.
At its heart, the story is about realizing how small your life gets when anger is the only way you know how to see the world, and how liberating it is to discover you don’t have to look at your world that way anymore.

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