I was 24 years old when I visited a real-life prison for the first time. It’s that love, as misguided, annoying, as vibe kill-y as it may be, that holds you up. Even my badass, ex-boyfriend Joey, who burnt down a public toilet and got expelled from not one, but two high schools for storing weed in old glue sticks, was loved by his wacky parents. And I realised that everyone I had grown up around, really, was relatively sheltered. My dad gave me some hard and fast boundaries because he loves me so much and I bloody needed them. She played Beethoven in the car to stimulate my brain. My mother literally dragged me to every day of year 12 because she knew life would be that little bit easier for me if I got that piece of paper. The enormous black letters spelling out SLIP KNOT that I painted on my bedroom wall were proof of that. At the end of the day though, I was adored, apparently unconditionally. I was such a cliché, but I truly thought my family had subjected me to a level of dysfunction that gave me every reason to be a little shit.

Whether this story is true or not, it really doesn’t matter.Įither way, as a fully grown adult, I cringe at my lame attempts to be controversial as a teenager. Her favourite story to tell is the time I unapologetically lit a cigarette in the back of her Volvo on the way to school. She makes us care about these extraordinary ordinary people and makes us hope that they will find a way out of their often self-imposed emotional exile.If you ask my mother what kind of teenager I was, boy, would she paint you a picture. As she does so, she reveals not only her deep affection for her characters, both serious and comic, but her profound wisdom about the human condition in general. Keeping Isabelle and Amy as the main focus of her sharp, sympathetic eye, Elizabeth Strout attends to them all. This conflict is surrounded by other large and small dramas in the town of Shirley Falls-a teenage pregnancy, a UFO sighting, a missing child, and the trials of Fat Bev, the community's enormous (and enormously funny and compassionate) peacemaker and amateur medical consultant. Amy withdraws, too, and mother and daughter eat, sleep, and even work side by side but remain at a vast, seemingly unbridgeable distance from each other. In a fury, she lashes out at her daughter's beauty and then retreats into outraged silence.

When discovered, this emotional and physical trespass brings disgrace to Amy's mother, Isabelle, and intensifies the shame she feels about her own past. Amy Goodrow, a shy high school student in a small mill town, falls in love with her math teacher, and together they cross the line between understandable fantasy and disturbing reality. With compassion, humor, and striking insight, Amy and Isabelle explores the secrets of sexuality that jeopardize the love between a mother and her daughter.

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