He writes about the pauses, the deafening silences, the times where you want to say something but you know you should not and so you stop yourself. The silences where you can hear your whole world falling apart and there is nothing you can do about it. How a small comment you make, that small comment that you did not really mean but said it out loud because you were angry and wanted to hurt the other can cause irreparable damage. How sometimes trying is not good enough, how sometimes love is not enough. The fierce love you have for your children, that burning flame in your heart that never dies out, despite everything. No matter what they do, no matter what they say. How everything has consequence. And how selfish a human being can really be, but it is hard to place blame. Everybody points fingers.
Man and boy was about everything coming together after everything fell apart. Like a jigsaw puzzle, piece by piece. It’s all difficult at first because you can’t really see the whole picture yet so you’re fumbling about trying to make the pieces fit at all the wrong places, and you don’t know where you’re headed to, but you know you’re going somewhere. And anywhere will be better than here, for you started out with nothing. Blank. Nada. And that’s the story. Father and son.
Men from the boys is the complete opposite. its like, a knitted sweater, a perfect sweater, just your size, your favorite color even and how one stray end gets hooked onto the fence while you’re exiting the house in a hurry, rushing to get somewhere and the sweater unravels. You never notice until it is too late, when you look down at yourself and go, OH CRAP, and your sweater is half gone. But you try to gather up the yarn and you try to save what is left of the sweater. Mostly, it is about unraveling. So this book was mostly pretty depressing. But still pretty good.
I much preferred man and boy though, perhaps because it had a happier ending. I like happy endings. Hell, im a sucker for happy endings. I love the way tony parson writes, how he capture the moments in between. It gives me that sense of realness, and I can really see the characters come to life. It’s amazing really.
Man and boy was about everything coming together after everything fell apart. Like a jigsaw puzzle, piece by piece. It’s all difficult at first because you can’t really see the whole picture yet so you’re fumbling about trying to make the pieces fit at all the wrong places, and you don’t know where you’re headed to, but you know you’re going somewhere. And anywhere will be better than here, for you started out with nothing. Blank. Nada. And that’s the story. Father and son.
Men from the boys is the complete opposite. its like, a knitted sweater, a perfect sweater, just your size, your favorite color even and how one stray end gets hooked onto the fence while you’re exiting the house in a hurry, rushing to get somewhere and the sweater unravels. You never notice until it is too late, when you look down at yourself and go, OH CRAP, and your sweater is half gone. But you try to gather up the yarn and you try to save what is left of the sweater. Mostly, it is about unraveling. So this book was mostly pretty depressing. But still pretty good.
I much preferred man and boy though, perhaps because it had a happier ending. I like happy endings. Hell, im a sucker for happy endings. I love the way tony parson writes, how he capture the moments in between. It gives me that sense of realness, and I can really see the characters come to life. It’s amazing really.
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Met up with a few of my ALL TIME FAVOURITE PEOPLE ON EARTH,
Bryan, Seng, Yaw, Karen, Jaq
:D Had a blast, thanks for all the laughs!
And i swear, now when i see the word Teppanyaki... ;)
:D Had a blast, thanks for all the laughs!
And i swear, now when i see the word Teppanyaki... ;)
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