Lost In The Rain

The true test of plunging into a series on book four is how well you can dive into it without feeling like a complete outsider. I leapt into Beneath the Wake and didn’t feel the least bit out of the loop. As far as the characters were concerned, I got to know them fairly quickly. Interestingly enough, what made me choose this book was…..

It was nice to find myself with T.J. Perterson once again. I missed him the second I finished reading The Drop Zone.
I found this novel a nice change of pace from my two or three previous reads. Bob Kroll not only brought me straight into dark side of Halifax but he also took me deep within the darkest recesses of T.J Peterson. From my cushy leather sofa, Kroll transported me into The Hell Of It All!! (and it is a frightening place)

What I clung to, page after page was the buildup of tension. You knew something was coming, you could feel it, and it was palpable. I was swept up and heading straight into an emotional rollercoaster.

The North has always held a special place in my heart. Northern Ontario is where I grew up. It is where I caught my first fish, where I first fell in love, camped out under the stars, saw the northern lights and skipped rocks on the lake, and suffice it to say, reading Beyond the Wild River was like going home.

It took me a while to get into the book. I couldn’t figure out where these first chapters where taking me.  Trust the author I told myself — there is a story here!   I continued on.  I continued on to learn more about this family, I continued on just like they did.

If someone could have warned me that starting this book would put my weekend projects at risk…. Well, who am I kidding: I still would have started the book!  One of the Boys broke my heart, it frustrated me, it’s one of those books that you want to reach into and rescue someone from it. Here is the publisher’s blurb then I’ll continue with my thoughts.

There are some important lessons to be learned within the pages of Spurt, for young and old.  I think Miles captures with wonderful hilarity and delightful honesty, the many aspects of that short window called pubescence.