While I enjoyed the characterization of a young teenage father I thought the tragic part of this was way over the top. When I got done, I felt like I had been manipulated and didn’t care for that.
The chapters alternate between the present and the past, and while it was obviously something was wrong in the present, we didn’t get to know what that was until the end, and when you do find out. UGH. Too much.
I will say, that talking about how his life as a teenage father was well done — and it was great that he was in love with his daughter and took the best care of her he could — which was occasionally short of the mark. But how could it have been otherwise? He was still just a kid himself.
New York City alert: Seriously. Another one. (Not that I’m complaining, but there’s a trend here……)