It's a weird thing. I LOVED that book when I read it back ~2005. In re-reading it I can remember parts of what and why I loved it so much, but I found that I had less patience for the stuff I didn't remember (typical for me).
Did what I do now, read a synopsis on Wikipedia to jog my memory. I forgot a LOT of the book. I was sad to have forgotten the parts I did.
I'm on now to Real Boys by William Pollock.
Feeling a little daunted by its bulk and subject matter but I'm trying to remain optimistic.
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