Sit with me, please. Let’s talk. Please. Linger.
Let’s touch and eat everything that we touch.
Let us stay through breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Let’s become each other’s favorite sinner.
- Excerpt from the poem Hunger Games (pg 320)
I've always enjoy Sherman Alexie and so wasn't all that surprised to find that I loved this one as well. The rawness, the intimacy, and the truths of hardships with parents and loved ones was about as authentic as I've read, ever, and I couldn't help but hear my own heart through his words.
But what I loved most, perhaps, was the way Sherman Alexie brought me on his journey of frustration, even hatred at times, but how, through it all, he found that his mother also did the best she could.
She was fully flawed, but she was also so much more. And I found that very convicting, as well as encouraging.
One of my favorite reads of the year.
If it’s fiction, then it better be true.