This was a very meandering memoir. In the beginning half of the book it jumped from childhood to adult to even babyhood from paragraph to paragraph and it was hard to stay in the story when it kept doing that. They stories themselves were interesting, I just wish it had been more of a chronological timeline for that bit.
It got a bit better when the author reached their adulthood, with not quite as much jumping around though there was one part after Alex's death that suddenly he is alive and well again in the next paragraph of another story.
I guess you could say that this book is like when you are at a family reunion and you end up sitting next to a very old relative who relates to you their whole life story, with lots of jumping around so you never know when the stories quite happen so you just enjoy the ride (and sometimes endure it too). That would be my feeling towards this book.
It got a bit better when the author reached their adulthood, with not quite as much jumping around though there was one part after Alex's death that suddenly he is alive and well again in the next paragraph of another story.
I guess you could say that this book is like when you are at a family reunion and you end up sitting next to a very old relative who relates to you their whole life story, with lots of jumping around so you never know when the stories quite happen so you just enjoy the ride (and sometimes endure it too). That would be my feeling towards this book.