Nov 07, 11
Read in November, 2011
This is the most realistic book I've ever read in my entire life. It hits so close to home-- almost too close for the delicate and empathetic soul that I have-- one from which I have, in my maturation to adult, disallowed myself to go to my local supermarket alone around dusk during cold times of year for fear of breaking out crying at the sight of the crowd which pervades the city from which I hail, a city much like the Columbus described in Veins: a city filled with M.R.s, with pawn shop owners, with abusive parents, loved ones killed dead in a public space from substance abuse (just trying to feel good in life for once instead of awful-- for my family, it was oxycontin on the bench of a bus stop.)
If you find Veins disturbing, you aren't from one of these cities, one of the true throbbing masses of life in America, and you've probably lived a happy and posh life, or you just haven't learned to feel, and instead you remain ignorant of the M.R.s around you, or you intentionally turn a blind eye-- you don't want to deal with that shit that you despise; why can't they be successful and happy and work hard like everyone else? I understand. I wish I could turn a blind eye too.
This book is also extremely funny because it is very ridiculous, but could still, without a doubt, exist in the real world.