![]() ![]() Megan Bostic’s first novel has a very thin layer of altruism, with a small nugget of mystery, surrounding a core of very dark, very disturbing situations that her high-school-age characters all seem to think are perfectly normal. And there really isn’t a plot at all. Yes, the protagonist makes some small difference in the lives of some of those that he visits, but there is no real development of any character. I picked up this book because of the local flavor, and I sincerely regret it. I am amazed that this work was even published it is the poster piece for the difference between talent and ability: a person that can write is not necessarily a writer. Seventeen-year-old Austin is dying and convinces his best friend to spend a weekend driving him around Tacoma and Pierce County to visit friends and acquaintances he has messages for everyone. Conveniently, each one of his contacts has a problem that Austin knows about, and Austin knows just what to say to try to help this person or that person overcome their particular difficulty. Also conveniently, the entire spectrum of teenage problems is represented in his circle of associates. This journey is his final farewell to everybody, and he sincerely wants his intimates to see themselves as he sees them. ![]()
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