So this has been on my "to read" pile for about a year now.
What do I think?
I don't know.
This is a very odd feeling. I have no idea who was lying, or what really happend in this book. Arty is an extremely unreliable narrator and I still feel like I could use half the story.
Arty and Kurt are fraternal twins. Extremely fraternal. Arty is stuck at 4'2'' and Kurt is a hulking 6'3''. They live with their mom in their grampa's old house over by the quarry. They are in a new school and all Kurt said to Arty is, "You don't know me".
Arty doesn't bother to learn anyone's names. He gives nicknames by attribute...like Bubble Butt or Albino Girl, or Kerouac (the kid has On the Road perpetually in his back pocket). He does notice, though, that a bunch of the "loser" kids sport pins of a red letter "A", and that Kerouac seems to be their leader.
Maybe Kerouac can help Arty get his big brother off his back. Being small has its disadvantages when others can be phyiscal with you.
Enter Leslie. The gorgeous girl who suddenly notices Arty. Not in the gropy way, but in the "let's hang out" way.
I couldn't put the book down because I wanted to see what happened, but I also feel like there is some kind of philosophical message that I am just not getting.
Author Anderw Auseon has confused me.
I guess that's a good thing!