Evan Roskos

Dr. Bird's Advice for Sad Poets

I hate myself but I love Walt Whitman, the kook. Always positive. I need to be more positive, so I wake myself up every morning with a song of myself. Sixteen-year-old James Whitman has been yawping ( la Whitman) at his abusive father ever since he kicked his beloved older sister, Jorie, out of the house. Jamess painful struggle with anxiety and depressionalong with his ongoing quest to understand what led to his self-destructive sisters exilemake for a heart-rending read, but his wild, exuberant Whitmanization of the world and keen sense of humor keep this emotionally charged debut novel buoyant.
192 trykte sider
Oprindeligt udgivet


    Isabelehar delt en vurderingfor 8 måneder siden
    👍Værd at læse
    🌴God til stranden


    Isabelehar citeretfor 8 måneder siden
    I can’t keep pretending like my life isn’t worth living. It hasn’t even fucking started yet.
    Isabelehar citeretfor 8 måneder siden
    I celebrate Jorie, who lives, suffers, sends me photographs of trees, tells me when she’s sad instead of assuming I do not need to know her weakness. I celebrate the ashes of her pain box, kept in a new box in her apartment, with the words on the outside: I answer that I cannot answer.
    Isabelehar citeretfor 8 måneder siden
    “No, James. You have to listen carefully—I want to know how it felt. Not why you felt it.”

På boghylderne

    • 1
Træk og slip dine filer (ikke mere end 5 ad gangen)