I’ve always thought of Scott Manley Hadley as a confident extrovert. I don’t know him personally, but I know his blog Triumph of the Now where he reviews books and his Twitter personality (for lack of a better term). I know him as someone who’s not shy of a selfie and who frequently wears gold-sequined suits with no undershirt.
This is not the book I expected from Scott Manley Hadley.
I struggle to write about my father because I don’t know if I like him, and this makes me feel like a bad person.
This is a tender book. A gut-wrenching look at who our parents are and our relationship to them. I was frequently moved while reading it and often to the point of tears.
My father was diagnosed, definitively, during my second year of university. It was explained to me that a lack of emotional engagement is a very early symptom of the disease.
Brave. That’s the word that kept coming back to me while I was reading this book. One has to be insanely brave to write a book like this.
Come on, you know I had to.
There are two Codas to this book, and they will both shatter you.
Do you like Kids in the Hall? Yeah me too.
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