✰ 3.25 stars ✰
“You can fly, Robert. You are the sort of boy who can fly.”
And maybe for Robert Nobel, the class squint who has more than enough on his plate for him to take care of, without adding more to the mix. Apart from being bullied relentlessly and called names like Norbert No-Bel. Norbert No-Bells-at-All. Norbert No-Brain. Norbert No-Bottle from the athletic and handsome Johnny Niker, he's struggling to cope with the absence of his father after his parents' recent divorce, while also trying to keep his crush on Kate, the prettiest girl in the seventh grade, on the down low.
When his seventh grade class is invited to interact with the residents of Mayfield Rest Home, his life takes an unsuspecting turn when out of the blue Edith Sorrel, a rigid and secretive woman, selects him as her chosen partner, further enlisting him to aid her in her own personal troubles that lead him on an intensely high-spirited and emotional path of personal growth and reflective journey that helps Robert shed those names that have labeled his existence and take pride in being known as the Feather Boy in his heart, instead.
“I think one never grows out of fairy tales. I think fairy tales contain all of the ways we sort experience, good and bad.
In fact, I think stories are the most important form of communication we as human beings have.”
Robert had a strong-willed and compassionate heart; at twelve-years-old, he had a lot of gumption and nerves of steel - even though he didn't realize it. He had this quiet patience about himself that made me want to protect him; he covered up his pain and sadness so effortlessly that when he's tested at impossible lengths, you really get the sense that there is a courage to him that he's always possessed. 😔 For how he has endured the cruelty of Niker, how he's been seen as a constant problem with his teachers, how he never seems to amount to something - and yet, here was this old woman, who trusted in him - who believed in him that he could be her guiding light - her answer to her prayers - the one who could absolve her of the pain in her heart. Would he not do whatever he could to give her a fighting chance?
“And is it clear? Are there stars?”
“Yes. There are stars.”
“Then take me out,” she says.
When I don’t reply immediately – because I cannot see how I can possibly take her out – she adds one word: “Please.”
And then I know I will move heaven and earth to take her into the starlight.”
It is a story of forgiveness and loneliness; how one wrong judgment call can affect one so severely that they hide away their heart, their feelings, their passion and reason for living - simply to atone for their mistakes. Is it grief or guilt? What eats away at the heart the most? And in the pursuit of seeking out the truth, what lengths will one go through to find it? 🥺 The writing is fluid and almost melodious in capturing the vividness in which Robert tries to find the hidden secrets that Edith sends him on and how it convinces him to do whatever he can to help her.
I've often read that hope can be a dangerous thing, but I think just as much - loneliness kills, too. And Robert's efforts to try and save Edith - to indulge in her whims and her fantasies - simply because he recognized in her helplessness, a part of him that was lost and without guidance or assistance. ❤️🩹❤️🩹 My heart ached for how much he strongly believed and cared for being the one to help her; how as implausible as it was to imagine that he held the power of her life in his hands, that one wrong could make the right - it just wasn't possible. But, it did still make for some beautiful writing.
Beautiful and suspenseful - with a hint of intrigue and a hopeful finish that kept me turning the pages and upping the ante of lots of repressed rage and distraught, while balancing it with a subtle touch of dry humor that is neither wasted nor missed. The subtle eeriness of Chance House - an abandoned home that harbors the sense of longing and death creeps upon Robert and me, as well. 'But I know what’s really frightened me is Chance House itself. You see, it smells like The Dog Leg. It smells of fear.' 😥 The writing treats you to all the sensory imagery of Robert's palpable desire to defy gravity - figuratively, of course. He knows that the answers to Edith's sadness lies here, but he doesn't quite know how to help her - doesn't know what he can do to bring about happiness in the final stages of her life. It is a compelling mystery that is further amplified by the many obstacles in his way that prevent him from getting to the bottom of it - to finding a way to help her, in just the way he best. And that was in the form of Johnny Niker. 😟
“Understand?” I do understand.
It isn’t a threat of the old sort – the one where the tile shard would have been in my throat. But it is, nevertheless, a threat, a statement about the fragility of our new relationship.
The tile shard will remain in his pocket, but only if I play the game by his rules.”
I have read my fair share of bullies, but I don't think I've ever detested one, such as Niker - one that not only were his actions deplorable, nor did I find an ounce in me to forgive him for his horrible behavior. 😠 I am aware that his involvement in Robert's story was vital in pushing along his own character development, but there was no instance that I found him redeemable, in any way. It seems so cruel of me, and unjust, but I can't help it.
But, you know what is unjust? How the bully ALWAYS seems to get away with their treatment of the victim?? Like why is it that when the abused victim retaliates against the bully during their heated exchange, people look and don't even assist the victim, but take pity on the bully who is being attacked by the victim - who is only doing it to protect himself? 😣 It makes me sick and frustrated and I hate it! I know it is in no fault in the writing or the story, rather a very sad depiction of human behavior, but I just couldn't stomach that scene in the book. It made me visibly vibrate with such anger and repressed hurt for Robert; that the world doesn't see how Niker has emotionally traumatized and victimized him for so long, and only removes their glasses when Niker is being beaten to a vicious pulp - and rightfully so, mind you. 😤
“And I should have let her fly. That’s what love is. Letting your loved ones fly.”
There is still plenty to appreciate, despite how this one scene alone hurt me and left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Like the baby chick that his yellow hair resembles, Robert really grew as a person; he did not shy away, he broke free of the restraints that he had held himself tied to - ones that didn't allow him to express how he truly feels or even show how much he wanted to be seen and appreciated for the talents that he has. Meeting Edith at the stage of her life and his own inspired him to find the strength and courage he had already possessed all along. 🤍🤍