16-year old
Jay can’t stand the domestic violence caused by his drunken father, especially
when that abuse is mainly targeted to the one person who means the world to him—his
mom. “His mom was a prisoner in her own home and his dad controlled everything.”
(137) Jay truly loved his mom (yeay!), which was why he picked a girl just like
his mom (eesh!). It’s kind of gross when you think about that.
As memories
flood his frustrated mind, the rage inside Jay grows more fervently and
intense. His poor mom—what a stupid, little thing. Why didn’t she just leave?
Fear. That’s what all abusers thrive on. Fear. Take away the fear, take away
the violence. His mom won’t help herself, so it was up to Jay to do it for her.
Reading
through it, I kept hoping that Jay would kick his father’s ass. On the other
hand, Jay was getting so angry that, deep down, I worried that he might take
out his rage on someone else, like his girlfriend (like father, like son.)
The story
brings an interesting psychological perspective to why men hit women
(insecurity, power, the need to control, etc.)—nothing I didn’t know already. For
some reason, the author felt compelled to repeat the same thing over and over
again. Okay, we get it! There was abuse in the house. Now what?
Additionally,
the POV constantly switched from 3rd person to 1st. So
was Jay telling the story, or was it narrated? Odd. This should’ve been kept
uniform. Also, there was way too much
football. Sports have never held my interest.
Towards the
end, I wondered: Will Jay kill his dad? I hoped so, but I didn’t want his life
to be ruined. The author attempted to pump the reader with excitement and
seat-gripping adrenaline, but failed. The book was just a long, warring battle
(yawn.) It was just a repetition of the same ideas over and over again.
Ultimately,
this was a boring read.
My rating: 2 stars
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