
4.5 stars Fiction
I never would have picked up this book had it not been a book for book club. The cover is beautiful, but the synopsis just didn’t grab my attention. This book was like the weather here in Iowa. Sometimes I felt like I was inside a tornado, other times I was enjoying a nice summer day, and other times, I was just waiting for the storm to come, watching for the signs as I knew they were just on the horizon. It was a book that I had to think about, ingest what I had just read and understand its content. I did enjoy the language inside this book, it flowed across the pages and tried to keep the temperatures down when the storms began to stir.
He and his grandma had a special bond. I still have the image of him plucking the “snow rooting” in her hair while she would tell him stories. These “Do you remember?” stories complete with her dramatic pauses and inflections, were a weekly occurrence for the two of them. The stories were so familiar that he would often mouth the same words along with his grandma as she would recite them to him, yet he would never get tired of them. The precision and familiarity were something that he treasured. He was grandma’s Little Dog, a name so carefully thought out, a name to hopefully protect him.
I felt that his mom hid behind her son but then used him as a shield. Such a hard balance for a young boy to handle. She expects him to be strong yet she herself is a weak individual who doesn’t know how to help him. Frustrated when he is being picked on, she can’t and doesn’t do anything to help him. A victim herself, his mother, comes after him and he becomes a victim, himself. There are other issues with his family that are uncovered inside the book and as I read, I hoped that he would find some good in all of this.
The book covers a lot of issues as it should. He was brought up in an environment where things were unstable, and the pieces of the puzzle were already scrambled before he arrived. As he matured and discovered what life has dealt him, he needed to find his own way in the world. I was glad that he did his own thing, that he stood on his own two feet, and that he didn’t follow in the footsteps of those before him. His grandma was a good influence.
This book shows that: all the different working parts in a person’s life create an individual. This book deals with belonging. Where did he belong? To what did he belong and to whom? I felt he experienced a full life, from his family, bullying, physical abuse, sexuality, and drugs, he had lived through it all. (Triggers)


























