Here is another book that’s made me weep in 2020. Oh Frank. Frankly. What a gorgeous, beautiful story of...life. Of love. Of everything. It took me right back to my own senior year of high school. What a trip. What a treat this story was. I laughed, I had my heart broken, stomped on, ripped apart again for good measure. I also confronted and examined my own white privilege. I got a look into a remarkable culture. Culture within a culture. Sub-cultures. I’ve now removed all meaning from the word culture. Is culture even a word? Lmk. Anyway. I really loved Frank and Joy and how real and true to life they felt. Their relationship wasn't overly romanticized and their families weren't the happy-go-lucky-everybody-loves-each-other Hallmark types, either. There was anguish and angst but there was love and there was hope.
I loved this book.
Five of the easiest stars I’ve ever given.
I loved this book.
Five of the easiest stars I’ve ever given.