Funny, quirky, and it broke my heart
This book started out fun and lighthearted, quirky and a little weird. By the end it had ripped my heart apart and tentatively tacked it back together.
Alex is one of those hyper-intelligent kids who struggles to fit in, not helped by coma-inducing head injury he suffered as a kid when a meteor crashed through the bathroom ceiling. You've got the 'hippy' single mum, rough around the edges unlikely female friend and a grumpy old dude with a love for Kurt Vonnegut. That all adds up to a quirky adventure story... or so I thought. The seriousness of the story snuck up on me, and before I knew it my heart was beating quickly and there were tears in my eyes. Even then the unique friendship between Alex and Mr. Peterson continued to be 'entertaining', if that's the right word.
Mr. Peterson is a fictional character, but I think he'll stay with me for a while.