At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an entire sub category called “brooding teenage artist is losing their mind”. The trope is so common sometimes I can tell just from the cover if the book has it. Nevertheless, I picked this book up at the library and read it in a day.
Seventeen year old Klee (pronounced Clay) is lost after the death of his father. He moves form NYC to the suburbs and feels like there’s no hope in his life. That is, until he meets Sarah who shows him the brighter side. But soon everything falls apart and he is admitted to a psychiatric hospital for teens.
The narration of the story starts really weirdly. I couldn’t figure out what was going on for a good 50 pages and couldn’t really get into the book for that reason. Once I figured out who was who and all that the characters seemed very flat. None of the characters seemed realistic or relatable and Klee wasn’t very likeable. Sarah was a complete manic pixie dream girl and actually pretty annoying. I never really figured out who the nun was. She didn’t really add anything to the story. There was no one I was rooting for and I wasn’t as invested in the story as I could have been.
The plot was very intriguing. Not going to lie, I really wanted to know what had happened but when Klee’s actions came to light I didn’t really feel any more sympathy for him. Though the novel does portray getting mental help as normal and recommended I find that the characters did not make it seem like a realistic occurrence. The story in its entirety did not seem real because the characters reactions weren’t real.
Final Thoughts: A quick read about coming to terms with grief.