“Not only could Alison not see, she was also extremely short.  The two might have been connected - kidney problems, I think - but I was already tall and it added to how awkward I felt around her.  I held her hand as we walked around the park, doing all the low-key slides in tandem.  She was sweet but a pain in the ass; all she wanted to do was wade in the children’s pool and place her vagina directly over a small bubbling fountain. “This feels fantastic,” she would say loudly.  “Oh, my goodness!” she’d exclaim.  “Wow,  you have to try this!”

“The future was coming on, hard, fast, and furious, like a steam engine howler racing through a tunnel with me standing on the tracks staring into the headlight.  The future wasn’t kidding around.”

Ethan Hawke is on my list,  so I would be greatly disappointed in him if he were to be a shitty writer.  His writing isn’t magnificent by any means, maybe not as structurally sound as it could have been,  but the whole book rang very real to me.  The characters were far from perfect,  their lives and their stories were as well.  But they felt,  and I felt them.

Maybe because I’m young and married with a child - maybe I related a bit.  

It was pretty depressing though.  So was his other book.  He’s not exactly one for nice happy light reading. 

And I didn’t like the end.  It just ended.  In the middle of their journey.  Over.