this was basically a book putting together random thoughts and ideas and calling it a connected story. 

there is more pages filled with random stories: from a transperson sharing their basically coming out story, to an utterly boring bit about physics (?) to equally random talk what the vietnam war was like as a soldier. 
why fill most of the book with those stories? 

for me it felt like the author needed all those utterly random and mostly completely boring and unconnected stories because the actual story itself wasn’t enough to stand on itself. 

a story about a grown man not over losing his sister who killed herself as a child. but because there was no actual connection build up to either character -not to Western the grown man, nor the strange snippets at the beginning of each chapter from the sisters side- hear made me care about either of them let alone what happened to them. 

the writing was pretentious and felt like the author wanted to appear as if he has something important to share while actually saying nothing at all. 

now that could be because i just don’t understand the hidden brilliance of this book. which is fine. 

but to me? this story was not worth the read or time spend with it. 

also i absolutely HATE books that don’t have quotationmarks! and this book certainly did everything to show me why i dislike them instead of proving me wrong! 


not a book for me.
not a book i think anybody should waste their time on and certainly not one i would recommend!