Evan Wallace is a 31-year-old frustrated guitar player, still trying to make it big in the Seattle music scene. He's also an epileptic, since a car accident at age 12, who's been treated like damaged goods by his family ever since. His father is a heart surgeon, his brother is a lawyer, and his parents have built a veritable shrine to his brother at their house. And, oh, yeah, he fathered a child with his high school girlfriend back when he was 17, but he's never had any contact with him. Suddenly, through tragic and bizarre circumstances, he and 14-year-old Dean are forced to spend time together.
I initially was drawn to Evan and Dean's story, and I liked that they're both flawed and not knowing how to navigate this new "father/son" territory. But then you realize that Even is a not-so-reliable narrator of his own story, and he was becoming really annoying. Keeping dumb secrets that don't need to be kept, not speaking out when he should, when there seems to be no real impediment to his doing so. It was getting frustratingly infuriating. (Or was it infuriatingly frustrating?)
Oh, and of course a smokin' hot babe of a woman falls hopelessly in love with him. She's also extremely successful in her own right, knows all the right things to say, knows how to show him and his kid a great time, is a domestic goddess, etc., etc., etc., AND still forgives him after he treats her like a piece of shit for no #*$% reason! Riiiiiight...