I am vociferously passionate about good books. And I hate adverbs.
Okay, let’s start this off with YAY YAY YAY for the cover! So refreshing to see an M/M story without headless, naked torsos. Then again, I don’t really know how to properly shelve this, as it is funny, but not a comedy. There is love, but it's not a romance, really. And it's sad, but not a tragedy. Perhaps a story about finding a place for yourself? I don’t rightly know.
To the story itself: I thought, going in, that it was going to be funny, slapstick, and humor. And it was. But it was also quite emotional, and shock-full of sad facts, especially about the pseudo-science around churches trying to “cure the gay” out of people. So while one side of my face was laughing, the other was either seriously growling or simply crying.
It is only in the middle of the story that I realize that it is just as much about the uncle as it is about the nephew. They both had a huge hole in their lives where a family should be.
I’ve ever read this author before, but I will look into other books by Marshall Thornton. Skillful language, in which longing, sadness, and love all shine through with endless emotion.
Best line? Here:
“You know, one of the hardest things to accept in life is that people love you as much as they can.”
Yeah, I loved this.
I was given a free copy of this book from the publisher, Wilde City Press, and a positive review wasn’t promised in return.