More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Two eagles were soaring over the shanty houses, their mildewed roofs like the backs of century-old whales.
were somehow always cheery, but in a depressive, sentimental way, like Midwestern moms whose children just departed for college.
“What family are you talking about, boy? This isn’t a damn family. Are you living in a fantasy? You’ve let that American bullshit rot your head in. Who the hell got the time to sit down at a dinner table with you and be a family?”
Sony was at a group home with no job, inside a fatherless world without diamonds or second chances.
