When everything seemed to have come together

Now I’m at the middle of “Slam” and my feelings about this book haven’t changed yet, in contrast to the main character Sam, who has definitive changed. I think because of this whole baby-thing, he becomes more as an adult instead of staying mentally eight or nine years old (see page 161). But I will come back to this with the characterizing of the persons in “Slam”.

As I did before I still like this book notwithstanding there are a few things which confused me. Probably I‘d like to ask Sam why he says in this book that he couldn‘t understand the people who get themselves „into a stew“ (page 76) when they judge other people. I think he is already into such a stew, because he thinks all the time about being someone better than the other people in his family. In other words he judges people the same way as Alicia‘s snobby parents do.

In addition I‘d also like to ask Sam how he could knew that Tony Hawk has switched him into future. In my opinion there‘s no plausible indication. And why he didn‘t ask himself with whom his mom got pregnant? Maybe he could had the hope that his mom got together whith his dad again (That‘s what I thought…=)). If I had written this book, these were the points I have developed more detailed.

And at least I wonder if he ever will tell Alicia about this „half-happened“.

As I already said, I like this book. I think it‘s well-written and there are many images, ideas and scenes I liked very much. Probably on page 77/78 when Sam imagined the world consisting just of skaters, or the opposing terms on page 91 when on one hand Alicia‘s noise sounded childish and on the other hand they were going to be parents.

Also I liked whenever Sam asked Tony Hawk for help (best one page 97), the whole conversation between Rabbit and him (page 109) and the situation on page 128 which shows that everyone just wants this what the others have and he hasn‘t got.

The day after tomorrow I have to finished „Slam“ so in front of me there‘s a weekend full of printed letters…
Love,
Victoire*