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279 pages, Hardcover
First published September 6, 2016
Another gripping "young"-adult novel, but this time, with an unforgettable historical New York City background setting.
THE MEMORY OF THINGS pulled me right in as a shocked and frightened crowd scurries across the bridge away from downtown Manhattan with its falling glass, sky of ash and acrid burning smell. Two planes have already hit, one building is down and 15 year old Kyle is worried as he knows his NYPD dad is in the heat of it somewhere.
This coming-of-age story leans heavily into Kyle's feelings about love for the mystery girl he rescued on his way home that awful day, his relationship with his dad and his favorite (disabled) uncle. It also shows how a brave and big-hearted young lad stepped up to the plate when the going got tough.
Hope is the theme from beginning to end in this touching story of loss and devastation, and the realization that our world would never be the same again.
As for the memory game.....hot dam!.....it really does work! As I sit here typing this two days later, I can still recite all the items on the list....and in order! Unbelievable!
(As for me on 9-11, I heard it first on the radio as I was feeding my cats that fateful morning and remember running upstairs screaming at my husband to turn on the TV. I also remember the silence and deserted roads as I drove to work.......and the next day......U.S. flags everywhere.)
Tuesday, and those planes, they’ve broken something. Permanently. And in the process, they’ve changed everything. And everyone.
How can a person get up and go to school on a Tuesday morning, their life all normal and fine, and then a few minutes later, someone they love is dead? How can people be here, then, boom, gone? Life should be more permanent than that.
Change comes in two ways. The first is the blindside way that comes without warning. ... But other times, change comes gradually, in that sure, steady way you can sense coming a mile away. Or maybe a day away. Or, maybe, a few short hours. And since you know it’s coming, you’re supposed to prepare. Brace yourself against the stinging blow. But just because you plant your feet wider, doesn’t mean the blow won’t take you down.
“Remember how you asked me earlier how it feels, how I feel, to be me right now? ToÌýrememberÌýthings and not remember? ... Well, it feels like that, Kyle, back there. Like I’mÌýadrift, in soaking wet clothes that are too heavy with the weight of things I don’t even know. And then the water doesn’t drown me but carries me, and for a second it lightens everything a little, and I feel momentarily hopeful. But always, there are things, beneath the waves, threatening to pull me under. And the land is right there, close enough to swim to—I can see it—but I’m not sure I want to come back to shore again. It’s like I’m here, solid, but I’m not connected to anything. I’m completely untethered."
“Sometimes never being ready is the best kind of ready to be.�
Are you okay? his eyes ask. I know that’s what he wants to know. And I guess I am. What are my choices? What else am I going to be other than okay?