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Boot camp

Like all good literature about war, the absurdity is font and center here, but the main character's grief is deeply moving

This book is stimulating me on many levels but it highlights the intellectual chauvinism that people with developmental disabilities still face: What can you contribute to society? Can you learn and process things the same way the rest of us do, and if you can't, does that mean you aren't intelligent? This of course is a lesson from the thinking of the Nazi era that persists everywhere still.

Exceptional

"The man looked worse in the lamplight. His skin washed of pigment. Tim's mind conjured a weird image: the last few sips at the bottom of a Slurpee cup, the color all sucked out, only the tasteless ice crystals left." OK Cutter yes you can create any metaphor you want but JFC is this bad

Hm didn't expect humor

Wow, if SA Cosby wrote Let the Right One In... hoping he doesn't drop the ball at the end but so far this is one of the best horror I've read.

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Absolutely love this book so far

The Harcourt version I have of this, which may be the only one in print, is crappy. The print is blurred, names remain misspelled (at the time there was no Google, but there's no excuse now) and the cover looks cheap. I even think that an annotated version would be great, because when I do in fact Google names I learn more interesting things about the people and doctor's he's mentioning.

Her books are slow burns for me with not a lot of singe, despite many things actually happening in the plot. Very strange but I guess I just have a hard time connecting emotionally with her work. The descriptions of nature are incredible though and made me want to wade naked in an Irish pond in a mossy copse.

Happily surprised how clever this is

Hm... very ghostie but also a bit modern, in that I can't really tell what she's trying to say.

Nice and odd. Hizzah

That is something very important to understand about those on the moon of AIDS. Anything offered in comparison is mockery to us. If hunger compares, or Hamburger Hill or the carnal dying of Calcutta, that is for us to say.