The Kid: I Felt a Little Like Dory Trying to Push My Way Through
A lot happens in that ten year span.
He’s put into foster care at 9 when his mother dies. He is beaten by one of the other boys, moved to a Catholic Church place where he is abused and becomes an abuser.
Abdul struggles with his identity in many ways.
He changes his name, at first unwillingly, and then to hide from the system and himself.
He struggles with his sexual identity. He was raped; he raped. He likes being with men because it’s all he’s known, but he dreams of women and being with women, but he’s afraid to be with them because all he’s ever been with is men.
His mind is messed up, severely. He has conversations in his head while talking to other people. (It’s all out of context and confused me to no end.)
Dancing is his thing. It’s what he does well. When he finally finds this out at the age of 13 he fights for it. He’s determined to be one of the best. He strives for it. He works for it. He almost achieves it. He screws up. He forgets his name. (Don’t ask I don’t know how else to explain it.) He ends up in some drug testing program where he doesn’t know who, what, where, or when he is.
They take him off the drugs. They let him go. And...
That’s how this book left me feeling. With that "almost there" feeling. I could see where it was going, but it just never got there for me.
I enjoy reading all types of things, but some things I just can’t handle. Sapphire’s style of writing in this book just drove me nuts. If I had checked this out at a library or borrowed it from a friend I never would have finished it. I really had to push myself to finish it. I felt a little like Dory.
Just keep reading. Just keep reading. Just keep reading, reading, reading.
I don’t know if all of Sapphire’s writing is like The Kid, if it is I probably won’t be reading it.