This has been a heavy week.
We picked the book, Heft by Liz Moore, for our September book club meeting. I finished the book and, of course, told the group that just to be “punny”. But it was heavy. Two individuals, a middle-aged man and a 18 year old boy, connected by the same person, but yet, alone in the world. One encumbered by physical weight and the other encumbered by emotional weight.
With that said, I enjoyed the book. I had a cousin, second I think, who was heavy his whole life. Even in first grade, he looked like a teddy bear. So round and cute. He was so outgoing and had many friends through the years, had a beautiful singing voice. As time went by, he continued to gain weight and had health issues until he was housebound. He lost his foot to diabetes, and passed away last year. He would leave messages of him singing to me and other friends through Facebook. While I read the book, I thought of him.
My heart went out to the boy in the story because his heaviness was the loss of his mother after many years of alcohol abuse. He literally had no one but her. The man he thought was his father, who had “moved to Arizona” long ago, was not actually his father. And not in Arizona but in the next town for years.
Both found the support they needed and as the book ended were on the path to meet each other and, I hope, form a relationship to lean on each other. I think they got there.
What book have you read that you felt was heavy, but hopeful?






