The Every Boy

One summer I didn’t have much to do, so I decided to take a trip to the public library and see what I could find.  After browsing around for quite a while I stumbled across an interesting looking book.  If you have read my previous posts, you would know that I often choose to read books based solely on their cover.  The cover of this book had a big fluttery jellyfish right on the front, and it got my attention.  I checked it out, and started reading it as soon as I got home.  Like most of the characters I like to read about, the main character of this book is a teenage boy who is a little strange.  His parents are a bit strange as well, and they have interesting hobbies.  His mother likes ant farms, and his dad is obsessed with jellyfish.  After the main character drowns, his parents read his extensive journal to get a better idea of what their son was up to and how he was doing before he died.  I thought this premise was fascinating, and spent every spare second reading this book until I finished it.  It is wonderful and heartwarming.  This book is an example of my favorite kind: the kind where when you read the last page you are just depressed because there is not more to read.  I didn’t want this book to end, and I’m sure if you read it you will feel the same way.