Summer Fiction

I’ve been reading a lot of fiction over the holidays: two books that have really stuck with me are ‘Every Last One’ and ‘Skippy Dies’.

Every Last One paints everyday life in suburbia with a comforting warm glow, even while detailing family life and growing pains beautifully- and then in a couple of pages the entire novel twists on itself, suddenly terrifying.
While making you appreciate mundane life and all its bumps and trials a little more, it’s also managed to make me worry about who I let into my life quite a lot more.

Skippy Dies is a tale of growing up, and tragedy, the real world, dreams and the power of young love. It’s a contemporary sketch of society and life, unabashedly dealing with drugs, the first World War, porn, failure, the Big Bang theory, disappointment and blow jobs. It tells one tale from different viewpoints, with a startling prologue. It’s worth reading for its perspective; of its reminder of what growing up really means, and fighting for your dreams.