I initially rated this book two stars, but since about a decade ago (based on my Goodreads history), I’ve found myself repeatedly drawn to it, gradually developing a deep affection and genuine appreciation. It has become one of my favorite books. The characters are captivating, the story enthralling, and I now have immense love for this book!
The narrative unfolds from the perspective of Liam, a 22-year-old introvert who returns home for his final year of college to be with his uncle, who is dying of kidney failure. To occupy his time, he secures a job at Great Sin Ink, a tattoo parlor owned by the enigmatic Ace. As the tale progresses, Liam and Ace’s complexities with familial responsibilities add layers to the narrative.
I truly appreciate the realism of this book. The characters, both primary and supporting, are richly complex, making you root for them from the outset. Liam’s character, in particular, is a delight to follow. Despite his intelligence and dialogues peppered with quotations from famous figures—which might seem preachy at first—they come across as genuine and engaging. The author’s skillful construction of Liam’s character makes him incredibly believable.
The story’s pacing is flawless, creating an atmosphere where you can truly immerse yourself in the narrative. The vivid and realistic portrayal of emotions and surroundings makes you feel as though you’re stepping into the story itself. My most favorite are the interactions between Liam and Ace, as well as his newfound friends. Each page is imbued with a palpable sense of yearning and nostalgia, drawing you further into the story.
I’ve had this book on my e-reader for years, and I’ve always wanted my own physical copy but never got around to it. Finally, I’ve made the decision to get it! I can’t emphasize enough how much I recommend this book.
Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
About The Author
Though I always had stories in my head as a kid, I was constantly frustrated by my inability to write them down. I have a word for why now: disgraphia. My handwriting would fall disjointed and painful on the page. It wasn’t until I was nearly thirteen and got my first desktop computer that everything began to pour out of me. A torrent of words, all of them far away from the storms of an unremarkable adolescence in suburbia. It took thirteen years and a hundred discarded stories before I felt confident enough to send my work out into the world. It’s been exciting to send my bottles into the ocean of published and having a few of them plucked up. Of course, my handwriting is worse than ever, but I type ninety words per minute!