Nothing quite compares to the experience of a Jack Dickson novel: words that hurt like barbs against the skin, prose stripped to bare bone, with power to shock and arouse, disturb and move you to almost simultaneously to tears or laughter.
Danny and Kel are boys in age and physical maturity, but they face problems that’d bring down most adults in this heartbreaking story of love on the run, that moves from Glasgow’s criminal underworld to the streets of London. Fear and desperation so vividly evoked it’s like you’re inside their heads experiencing their terror…the intensity of their feelings, their need for each other, and the indissoluble bond that joins them. This is a blistering story of teenage love, youthful optimism, and unspeakable violence.
A series of calamities plunges Danny & Kel into a nightmare world. Innocents abroad, they’ve nothing but each other- romance without a trace of sentimentality. Can they survive apparently hopeless circumstances or will Kel drag Danny down with him? Gathering tension culminates in a shocking climax that refuses to compromise.
Dickson captures emerging adolescent sexuality, the fierce intensity of first love, and cruel isolation caused by parental failure to love unconditionally children who must make their own way.
It’s tender & sweet, unbearably sad, horrifying, erotic and wonderful. I was emotionally raw by the end. Expect graphic violence and explicit sex- there’s a beautifully real first-time sequence- and an ending that begs for a sequel. Don’t miss this book.
I found that the dialect used in the book was very off-putting. It was hard to figure out just what was going on and what they were saying. Not one of my favorite books by a long shot.