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The Ha-ha by Dave King
I can't believe it's been since April, that I've started and finished a book. Right now I have three or so going, and I just realized that there's a new Jacqueline Carey book out.
This one was once requested of me by a customer, and for some reason the name just stuck in my head, so when I saw it in the bargain section, it didn't sound too bad for $5.99 so I bought it and read it. It was okay. Howard, our protagonist, was severely injured in Vietnam, and while he's "of normal intelligence," he cannot talk or write. Years later he lives in a house with a motley assortment of other adults, not doing much of anything. The plot thickens when his ne'er-do-well high school sweetheart enters rehab to dry up and drops her nine-year-old son on Howard's doorstep. They have to bond despite the age and communication barrier, blah blah blah.
The first portion of the book, I couldn't help but wonder how another author (say, Jonathan Safran Foer) would have told the same story, with his shifts in narrative, time, and language. I think he'd have done something really beautiful with the idea.
The second half, I got over that thought as I began to like Howard more (and like his sweetie less, much much less) and wanted to see things work out for him.
I don't want my $5.99 back, but I told Heather she can keep it when she's done reading.
I can't believe it's been since April, that I've started and finished a book. Right now I have three or so going, and I just realized that there's a new Jacqueline Carey book out.
This one was once requested of me by a customer, and for some reason the name just stuck in my head, so when I saw it in the bargain section, it didn't sound too bad for $5.99 so I bought it and read it. It was okay. Howard, our protagonist, was severely injured in Vietnam, and while he's "of normal intelligence," he cannot talk or write. Years later he lives in a house with a motley assortment of other adults, not doing much of anything. The plot thickens when his ne'er-do-well high school sweetheart enters rehab to dry up and drops her nine-year-old son on Howard's doorstep. They have to bond despite the age and communication barrier, blah blah blah.
The first portion of the book, I couldn't help but wonder how another author (say, Jonathan Safran Foer) would have told the same story, with his shifts in narrative, time, and language. I think he'd have done something really beautiful with the idea.
The second half, I got over that thought as I began to like Howard more (and like his sweetie less, much much less) and wanted to see things work out for him.
I don't want my $5.99 back, but I told Heather she can keep it when she's done reading.