This is not the type of book I normally read. There is very
little action, no mythical creatures, and is certainly not steampunkish. In
fact this book is so completely opposite what I normally read, I never would
have even come across it, if it had not been for the book group I joined. That
in its self is not a bad thing. I joined because I needed to find new books to
read, and even better people to discuss them with over a couple of beers. But
this book really tried my patience. In fact I will even go so far to say, that
if I had not needed to read it for the group, I would not have finished it.
Through essays, letters and confessions the reader skips and
jumps through the life of Kiese. Along the way you encounter various forms of
racism, violence, and pop culture seen firsthand through his eyes. I would like
to say that the story was motivating or inspiring, but the best I can truly say
is that it left me confused. While most of my confusion was the result of pop
culture references that went over my head, I had a sense of confusion about
what he was trying to say. Is the message just to keep trying? I know he wasn’t
trying to solve any of the problems with racism, as he says he does not have
the answers. Maybe there is no message, maybe this is simply a piece of his
life he felt needed shared. I am not sure which types of readers would enjoy this book so I am not going to recommend it to anyone, but if you do happen to read it, and feel like talking about it stop on by.
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