“I hate myself but I love Walt Whitman, the kook. Always positive. I need to be more positive, so I wake myself up every morning with a song of myself.”
Sixteen-year-old James Whitman has been yawping (à la Whitman) at his abusive father ever since he kicked his beloved older sister, Jorie, out of the house. James’s painful struggle with anxiety and depression—along with his ongoing quest to understand what led to his self-destructive sister’s exile—make for a heart-rending read, but his wild, exuberant Whitmanization of the world and keen sense of humour keep this emotionally charged debut novel buoyant
|Reading and dipping in your peanut butter jar really can cheers one life.|
for me being depressed is normal.
sometimes people are ashamed to admit that they are depressed.
we afraid to ask help from people.
we afraid to let people in our little bizarre world
that we used to keep it to our self.
it just shameful
because we don't know how to face it on our own
how do we expect people to understand.
still, we never know if we don't try.
even trying, need a lot of courage.
courage to tell people the condition
courage to ask for help
this book discuss how a teenager, James Whitman who believe that he is not normal and weird that people ignore him. He quote Walt Whitman to match his situation,
just like we try to find our own song that match our emotion.
people really express themselves in a different way.
in their own unique way,
Good catch for me as a teacher who need to face teenagers all the time.
need to be more sensitive.
and by the way for those who don't really like monologue,
hmm, might be not really suitable for you.
it suits me just fine.
I really like monologue because it seem like we really poking in the character mind.
done one. can't wait to pick up my next book.