Boyhood, the rush and tumble of it, the confusion and stillness of it. Unlike anything I've read in a long time. 
 Favorite Quote 
 We crouched in the dirt and smelled the air. With the backs of our hands, we rubbed life into the tips of our noses. We sucked back snot. After a while Joel mumbled, "It's fucking cold," because someone had to say the obvious so that the other two could ignore him, and in this way we knew that no one wanted to go home.