Review
An e-arc of the book has been provided by the publisher, West 44 Books, in exchange for an honest review.
“The only thing we had in common was our skin colour.”
It is challenging to write a review for a book — especially if you have such strong love for the book. Then the difficulty of writing a decent review skyrockets to being relatively non-existent. Well… at least for myself.
The weird thing about this story, despite its relatively gloomy theme, is that I felt refreshed from reading it. I believe that the melancholy of the book is achingly realistic that it crafted a powerful connection between myself and the story. Add the choice of formatting that the author utilized and a certain intimacy has been fulfilled.
Being a hi-lo novel, in tandem with its verse structure, expect an overly simplistic approach in writing; however, it did not take even an ounce of depth from what lies beneath the beautiful message the story wants to convey. The beautiful placement of poetry within the story gave a stimulating melody not only for the book but also for the profundity of the character.
Edgar was everything I was when I was young — afraid and lost. And that connection really dragged me into the mesmerizing way Edd Tello told his story. It was heartfelt and there was an obvious pain in the reality of this fictional story.
I do not want to lengthen my review any longer than this. Only Pieces wasn’t perfect, but it was real. It was elegant in projecting itself to its readers not just as a story but as a friend. And, as much as I am not particular to reading the same book again, I see myself picking this book up as a go-to book if I need a friend.
