I am vociferously passionate about good books. And I hate adverbs.
This story snuck up on me, and even though it took a moment to get into it (I'm not a fan of different POVs, and here we have one 3rd past alternating with 1st past) but once I did? The words seduced me. The struggles. The love. The family. It all just pulled me in, and I was waiting to get back to them, when life pulled me out of my reading.
You see, Trey is just like some people I know; he is just as his Grandma explains:
"My Trey has a big heart. When he's happy, he could lift us all up to the clouds, but when he's down, it's hard for him to find his way out of the dark."
Vince really gets this young man, and it is beautiful to see him search for the best way to help. And by god he helps.
There is pain here, substance abuse, depression; and there is love, so much love.
How Trey finally folds himself into Vince, letting go of fear? It just made my heart soar.
And then all the Italian Family Drama. Oh, my. To a T.
"Nobody does drama quite like the Italians."
How Vince's sister Rachel just hugs him, made me cry. How she was just there for him.
Family. If you have it, you know. If you don't have it, you can borrow from others.
Because family? Is the people we choose.