Michael has no memory of his childhood. Deeply intellectual but emotionally choked he's forced to wrestle with his unresolved past when he loses yet another lover in a string of failed relationships. After initially resisting he tries to piece together his history with the help of his best friend Caroline. He grapples with the stress of his career as a lawyer, the escape provided by the anonymity of the barroom, and his inability to control a growing unfocused anger. Caroline, a Christian, and Michael, an atheist, spend hours bumping heads over religious issues and meaning. Although Michael remains a non-believer, it is an act of God that finally opens his heart.
This book touched my heart as Michael Tusa, in his memoir of a sort, takes us on his personal journey of understanding about how to love yourself and others through a special relationship with his best friend Caroline. The two friends, while appearing to have extremely divergent philosophies on love, religion and faith, in the end, learn that not everything needs to be proven to be true and real. One argues with a ferocious intellect, the other with an emphasis on a loving heart. The convergence of the two approaches becomes clear and focused when tragedy strikes. The lessons learned from this relationship transcend their differences and nurture both individuals. The personal growth achieved is compelling as it develops and bittersweet at the end. A great read that stuck with me long after I finished the book.