Mama's boy
Well that was something, wasn’t it. I remember discussing how literature sometimes makes us feel stupid. And boy was I lost in those words. The first ten pages feel like a fever dream where there was a bunch of random things happening without knowing what’s going on. It took me awhile to grasp what he was talking about. I had to reread some paragraph just because I lost the point of discussion by the time I reach the bottom of the page. The beginning feel like endless amount of run-on sentences about how he sleeps and how his sleeping location reminds him of his childhood home. Then things was a little odd for a little while. How he was reminiscing about his obsession with a goodnight kiss from his mom. I mean it is healthy for a child to be demanding of affection from the parents but the fact that the narrator was preplanning where to look at his mother while she’d kiss him goodnight came off a bit strange to me. This may be a cultural difference which I may not be familiar with....