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A review by grilledcheesesamurai
Low Town by Daniel Polansky
4.0
I grew up in the country. Yup...a rural boy. I can't even count how many times I would be ripping down the gravel roads on my BMX and end up flipping over the handlebars, scraping my flesh across all the loose rock and stones. Those dirt rashes were always the worst.
So many times I would come rushing home a bloody mess, a big grin on my face, and hoping my mom wouldn't smack me upside the head for being an idiot while she tenderly dressed and cleaned my wounds.
No matter how much blood, no matter the size of the cuts, mom always made it better.
Which is good - cuz I did a lot of stupid shit while I was growing up.
That's what this book made me feel.
It's a dirty, dangerous, gravel road. But I'll be damned if I wasn't grinning from ear to ear as I turned those pages.
So many times I would come rushing home a bloody mess, a big grin on my face, and hoping my mom wouldn't smack me upside the head for being an idiot while she tenderly dressed and cleaned my wounds.
No matter how much blood, no matter the size of the cuts, mom always made it better.
Which is good - cuz I did a lot of stupid shit while I was growing up.
That's what this book made me feel.
It's a dirty, dangerous, gravel road. But I'll be damned if I wasn't grinning from ear to ear as I turned those pages.