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Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock
by Matthew Quick
Since the minute I started the book I wanted to put it down. Not because it sucked but because it was so real and sad that I wished none of it was true but I know it is. What I think I've figured out about books containing suicide is that there are different levels of being suicidal. Every person isn't the same someone's suicide could be romanticized while someone's could make you feel like how could someone not want to kill themselves and their tormentor when they've gone through such things. This was that kindof a book. I don't know what I felt through majority of the book except this bone deep sadness that stuff like this and parents like his could actually exist. The number of tears I shed while reading it is unbelievable. I don't think anything I've ever read has made me this sad. And I hated the fact that the concept of someone being kind to him and caring about him was so unacceptable and new to him. How the shit have people managed to become this cruel?
The thing is the book made me think. Till what point can something excused as mental illness be justified? Just because I have a mental illness can i actually kill someone and attribute it to the fact that I've gone through shit? If yes then how many of the world's most cruel people did things because they were different in the brain? And till what extent is something excusable if you are affected by a mental disability? Maybe it's completely wrong to question these things but how can killing BE black and white when there is so much more going on?I think I'd like to ask Herr Silverman these questions I think he'd actually have the most perfect and real answers. The thing is I loved the book and I felt so much it was unbelievable. I don't think I've ever cried this much while reading a book(no exaggeration there was snot running down too). I have no clue why but every scene with Herr Silverman left me sobbing like a baby.
The only issue I have with the book if any at all is really a personal opinion. I'm just sort of a sucker for happy endings. Like I need some sort of indication that the future was a thousand times better. I get what the author tried to portray by that end and I guess it was perfect for Leonard's story but I guess I just need more hope to believe in humanity right?
Otherwise I think it was the most made-me-feel-something book I've ver read
The thing is the book made me think. Till what point can something excused as mental illness be justified? Just because I have a mental illness can i actually kill someone and attribute it to the fact that I've gone through shit? If yes then how many of the world's most cruel people did things because they were different in the brain? And till what extent is something excusable if you are affected by a mental disability? Maybe it's completely wrong to question these things but how can killing BE black and white when there is so much more going on?I think I'd like to ask Herr Silverman these questions I think he'd actually have the most perfect and real answers. The thing is I loved the book and I felt so much it was unbelievable. I don't think I've ever cried this much while reading a book(no exaggeration there was snot running down too). I have no clue why but every scene with Herr Silverman left me sobbing like a baby.
The only issue I have with the book if any at all is really a personal opinion. I'm just sort of a sucker for happy endings. Like I need some sort of indication that the future was a thousand times better. I get what the author tried to portray by that end and I guess it was perfect for Leonard's story but I guess I just need more hope to believe in humanity right?
Otherwise I think it was the most made-me-feel-something book I've ver read