I prefer to read fiction. In fact I have to really focus and remove any distractions when I have to read non fiction. I did not have that problem with Mike Rose. I found that I wanted to continue reading as much as I could as he writes in such a way that the reader feels that they are with him as he goes thru life at Our Lady of Mercy.
"And then there was Ken Harvey. Ken was good-looking in a puffy way and had a full and oily ducktail and was a car enthusiast. . . a hodad"It is statements like this that bring the story out so vividly. I pictured someone like Vinnie from the original Grease movie when I read this.
There is just so much detail that is woven into the story. That is what stuck out with me, that I could be transported to that bus that took Mike to school and the feeling that I was sitting in the back of the classroom when
"One day Billy lost it. Out of the comer of my eye I saw him strike out with his right arm and catch Dweetz across the neck. Quick as a spasm, Dweetz was out of his seat, scattering desks, cracking Billy on the side of the head, right behind the eye."
Ouch.
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