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The Big Game of Everything by Chris Lynch

The Big Game of Everything

My review


rating: 3 of 5 stars
Two brothers who are as different as sugar and flour, a golf complex owned by a grandfather who is a little bit crazy at times, and one summer.

At the start of this book, these two brothers introduce their story, but mostly is the one brother, Jock, who narrates. This is a first person account about a summer of change and refocus. I thought it was a book more for middle school kids, but there were a few references that I wouldn't feel comfortable letting my ten year old brother read.

Their grandpa is a little over-obsessed with getting money, which to him is everything. Jock's younger brother Egon, who in Jock's words is a little devil, is caught up in his money obsession.

Here's where I mention that Jock and Egon are dyed in the wool hippies and proud of it. Which is the reason for the odd names and other odd things.

Anyways, Jock soon sees that his grandfather doesn't realize what a good life he has, as he's too focused on the getting and having of stuff.

That's what it boils down to, a story about what's important in life. The writing wasn't very impressive, but the story had good moments none the less. It's a seemingly light summer read that tries to be more, and is almost successful.

It was funny to meet Jock and his whole entourage of crazy relatives.


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