An exhilarating read, you're plunged head-first into this memoir of the author, Cody's, childhood. A breathless cascade of stories and family members, endlessly shifting apartments, each line cut through with unique rhythm and energy. There's sadness, from parental neglect, poverty and sometimes violence. But it's the vibrancy and resilience that will stay with you, the magical clutter of restless youth, the limitless care of improvised family.
September swept in with Mindi's plan for a fresh start and an uneven First Choice bowl-cut. She was still with Chiclets, but when he wasn't at Cobblestone Cottage he was living in Toronto for work. Mindi, Iggy, and I moved to Barrie, where we split the den with a faux red-head in her thirties, who staged the only couch in the apartment with twenty-dollar HomeSense pillows I was told not to touch, who tossed our jackets, shoes, and any evidence of us on our floor when she hosted dinner parties, who taught me how to scramble eggs, who asked if something was burning when she farted next to us on our blow-up mattress.
