“I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.”
From first line to last, this book rivetted, moved, inspired, saddened, happied… it had it all - science, music, Greek myth, intrigue, death, despair, growth, joy, psychology, medicine, politics. The novel is, in a nutshell, a hermaphrodite’s family history. And when the history was over, I was sad that my journey with Cal had come to an end.
Jeffrey Eugenides also wrote The Virgin Suicides, which I scored last night at Half Price Books (many thanks to the many who searched the “back room” to find this for me). I think I’m going to save it for next week, so I can catch up on some sleep.
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I love this book! I couldn’t get it out of my head. The relationships are so touching. Excellent book! I read The Virgin Suicides after it, but I didn’t like it nearly as much.
I snagged this book at a thrift store a while back. It has been patiently waiting on the shelf for me. I’ll give it a go.