it’s interesting how a book can be both emotionally moving and detailed while simultaneously saying nothing. it was an interesting commentary on family relations and the complexities of queerness in the 80s, and the way sicilian american culture was ingrained throughout was really nice.
however, i kind of felt like i learnt nothing about any of the characters despite reading so much of their inner thoughts ? a few short flashbacks couldn’t really make up for a lack of development of their personal connections to each other that would’ve made me more sympathetic to all of their plights. as it stands, i liked it, but i didn’t care for any of the characters in the way i expected to, because their past and present connections to each other felt like they lacked explanation.