Okay, I’ve spent the last 20 minutes searching for words adequate enough to describe how much I love this book. I’m failing and there is no sign of me ceasing to fail any time soon. Whatever, all communication is just a form of miscommunication anyway, right?
The Truth as Told by Mason Buttle is a tale of 13-year-old boy, who, unlike most 13-year-old-boys, is as lovable as a golden retriever puppy. He lives in a dilapidated house at the edge of an apple pie, red-white-and-blue town. He shares this house with his dysfunctional family, oh, and I forgot to mention that he also has a mental condition and he is reeling from the death of his best friend, AND he sweats a lot.
This book carries the emotional punch of Of Mice and Men. It has the character depth and heart of Bridge to Terabithia. It is a clinic on how to write from a character’s perspective. It is so wonderful on so many different levels it makes me want to cry because I know that I’ll never touch the towering mountain that is this book.
Seriously, it’s good.
Rating: PG. No sex. One “D” word. No violence.
The awesome: Leslie Connor slays her character portrayals. Her characters are so well-rounded and well-developed that they have a life of their own. I could hang out with Mason and his crazy almost-sister and steal cookies from the kitchen or help grandma with dinner. I feel like I know them.
Quote: “Ms. Blinny takes tiny running steps in place. Happy boots. I like the way she is, Ms. Blinny. How she spills things and doesn’t wait for paint to dry.”
Favorite character: Mason.