This is the story of a boy who drives drunk, has an accident, and his life is changed forever. Some might even say "ruined." It's kind of a claustrophobic book to read because he is so trapped. He can't do anything for himself. Well, he can talk and blink and chew. That's not the worst it could have been, but once you lose your limbs, it's basically over.
This is a quick read, but still emotional. It's a strange feeling to hope someone kills the main character, or he magically dies -- not because I hate him, but for his own good.
Maybe I should hate him, but I don't. My husband was injured by a drunk driver as a child. He is a paraplegic, somewhere between Freeberg and Frank: he can't walk, but he can use his arms. I told him what this book was about, and he insisted that I should not feel sorry for Frank, that Frank is an asshole who got what he deserved. I get that, but I also get the idea of making a horrible mistake even though you're not a bad or dumb person, truly, so I still feel a little sorry for him.
But then, if Frank hadn't been so badly injured, he definitely would have ended up in prison, which would probably have been just as bad. And then I wouldn't have felt sorry for him at all. So, I don't know, maybe I shouldn't feel bad for him.
The ending... I don't know. I mean, it was a good ending, very realistic, but it almost seems like a cliche to have him parade himself around as a warning to others. I feel like so many people do that when they make mistakes, but, like Frank himself said, when the weekend comes, nobody will remember, and it'll happen again sooner or later. And yet, I guess, what else is he supposed to do with himself? I suppose there aren't many more options for him.
Anyway, the writing was sharp, Frank's voice was clear and acerbic at times (but rightfully so), and the flashbacks were revealed at a nice pace. This read was well worth the time.