Books don’t make me cry. It just doesn’t happen. Until now. I didn’t even see it coming. “Green Grass Grace”, by Shawn McBride has to be one of the greatest novels I have ever read. A rollercoaster of emotion, plenty of laughs, characters I relate to, and places I’ve actually been.
People let themselves get frozen in a bad place, lost in space, until they get used to it and can’t change. They bury the best of their love beneath a pile of stubborn bullshit, losing chances, wasting time, missing life. But no more, not me, not the people I love. That shit stops today. Tonight I want to show them all that you tell the people you love that you love them now. You can’t wait another fucking second. And if they don’t get it after tonight, I’ll rain pain on their cupcake asses. I’m down in a karate crouch just thinking about it, ready to inflict the Toohey Chop Suey on the hard-hearted.
That’s 13 year old Henry “Hank” Toohey, during the end of the summer of 1984. After much, much has transpired. Hank is an Irish-Catholic living in an Irish-Catholic block in Northeast Philadelphia. His family, his neighborhood, and his friends are as genuine and as real as day. McBride brings it all to life while you follow Hank’s plan to propose to his 14 year old (and much more mature…err… worldly…err.) girlfriend, thinking this will fix the broken hearts around him – especially those in his family.
I’m sure some probably don’t like the characterizations he gives (Fishtowners anyone?) – but man does he nail it. I love this book!