Rule of the Bone: Russell Banks - Reading a book like this makes me feel like I didn't do enough as a kid. I didn't grow dreadlocks, have some crazy tattoos etched on my forearm, or run away an life in Jamaica. But, it does make me thankful that I wasn't kicked out of my house when I was 14 and I didn't end up living with wanna be bikers and dealing ganja at the mall to preteens. It's not as though something is missing from my life, but don't you think it would have been cool to have a few more adventures while growing up. Some minor ones at least like the obligatory house party gone wrong when you parents leave for the weekend. The kind where the cheerleaders drink too much and vomit on the back lawn and someone is bound to hook up on your parents bed. Unfortunately my parents never left the house longer than a couple of hours and I never had the opportunity for such an event.



Banks wrote a compelling novel not entirely upbeat, but not entirely depressing sending you into a spiraling depression either. It made me think about my own life, and want to read as much as possible because I was never quite sure what to expect next.