
jamiereadthis
Written on Jun 13, 2015
This is my book of the year. I’ve tried half a dozen different times to write out the reason why, and I may have to stop trying. I’ll just say: it’s been the right book at the right time. I don’t think I’ve stopped reading it since I got my hands on it. A year ago, something happened to me and my friends that is eerily similar to the opening chapter— obviously with a much better outcome. But my year took a shift, one I had to accommodate, into a world that I had to learn, and re-learn, and am still learning what’s the same and what’s different.
And this book has something for me. Oklahoma City in 1986 and 2012 is what I needed in 2015. It speaks my language. It doesn’t give up answers easy. And when it does give up answers— more than I expected— they’re the right kind of answers.
I don’t think a book has affected me more in 2015. I know I haven’t needed one more. I’d say it tore me up, but really, it’s helped a little bit to put me back together.
And this book has something for me. Oklahoma City in 1986 and 2012 is what I needed in 2015. It speaks my language. It doesn’t give up answers easy. And when it does give up answers— more than I expected— they’re the right kind of answers.
I don’t think a book has affected me more in 2015. I know I haven’t needed one more. I’d say it tore me up, but really, it’s helped a little bit to put me back together.