4.5 Stars
’Her name was Bunny Lampert, and she was the princess of North Shore, and somehow, almost against my will, I became her friend.
I suppose, being next-door neighbors, it was inevitable that Michael and Bunny would eventually meet, although Michael seemed to feel out of place in his aunt’s house where he’d gone to live after his mother went away. A tiny tired old house stuck in between two mansions, in a neighborhood gradually being “upgraded.” Bunny, on the other hand, lived in a mansion. Both were, essentially, motherless, with Michael’s mother in prison and Bunny’s mother’s life lost in a car accident.
In middle school, Bunny was already taller than the tallest boy, a trend which would continue, and they were in the same homeroom in seventh grade, but they finally speak to each other when she finds him in her yard smoking a cigarette until they were in tenth grade. After that their friendship went beyond being just neighbors, especially as the years go by.
’As often as I was failing to pass as a straight boy during those years, Bunny was failing to pass as a girl.’
Bunny’s father invested himself in making money, finding money, spending money, and alcohol, where Michael’s aunt was always working or worn out at the end of her days. She tried to make time for him and was always kind to him, perhaps especially after she began to suspect he might be gay. It was her son that didn’t want him there, especially after Michael confirms he is gay, and they were sharing a bedroom. The friendship between Michael and Bunny is further solidified by their inability to conform to what their classmates considered the “norm,” and when Michael moves into the spare bedroom at Bunny’s house, with her father’s approval, their friendship grows, as does the disdain from others, especially as time goes on.
’Why did we want so desperately to be seen? I saw her. My eyes were full of her. But it wasn’t enough, and I was no longer hurt by it. The way she loved me wasn’t enough for me either. Maybe love would never be enough. Maybe it would never do what we wanted it to do.’
At the heart of this is the questioning of man’s inhumanity to man, from slavery, the Holocaust, genocide, the ’human ability to look at another human being and decide, nope, I think that kind of human is an animal’ and so to impose one’s superiority over another human being – if only in one’s mind. The scars that being the object of that kind of hate, inhumanity can leave on anyone and everyone involved.
And yet, it is a story filled with love.
Many thanks, once again, to the Public Library system, and the many Librarians that manage, organize and keep it running, for the loan of this book!