Friday, January 30, 2009
Saint Iggy by K.L. Going
This is one of those books where you know what's going to happen, but you're not sure how, so you have to keep reading, but then you dread it, and then it happens, and you tear up a little bit. Man, these books drive me nuts! They are hard to like. I don't like being sad.
Iggy lives in the projects with a drunk dad and a mom who lives as a junkie's kept woman. He's going nowhere. Once again, his anger and ADHD get the best of him in school and he's up for an expulsion hearing. But Iggy wants to try. School is the only thing decent in his life. His only friend is Mo who is usually high, but smart. Maybe. Iggy may not be bright enough to realize that Mo has problems, too. Iggy and Mo go to Mo's mother for money and Iggy gets a glimpse of what some people have. Clean towels, food, town car drivers, and huge rooms. Iggy starts to have hope, which is a dangerous thing when you're the only son of two drug addicts.