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213 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2017
And Ellis remembered thinking he would never meet anyone like him again, and in that acknowledgement, he knew, was love.
So when my father went off to his football matches, I went to Mrs. Deakin’s to read, or to make cakes with her for the church fayre. But I wanted to shout, I like football too! and I want to be with you. I want to be around men and their laughter and their ways! But in four years, I was never invited. And I retreated further into the background until I could barely be seen against the wallpaper and curtains, until I eventually disappeared, erased by the notion of what a boy with a handbag should be like.
And Ellis remembered thinking he would never meet anyone like him again, and in that acknowledgment, he knew, was love. He could see his mother concentrating on Michael’s words, how enraptured she was…she bent down and kissed him on the head and said, Thank you. Because everything she held on to and everything she believed in came together in that unexpected moment. The simple belief that men and boys were capable of beautiful things.
TIN MAN is a complex story of tough love and friendships, dysfunctional families and heartbreaking loss....losses that disrupt life that are mostly, but not always associated with death....And it all begins so innocently with a raffle for a painting of sunflowers.
Ellis and Michael are so young when they first meet and discover some of the possibilities of life; and when Annie joins the picture, the two become three and even deeper friendship's evolve.
So much....yet so little life is lived in this relatively short, emotionally charged story, yet amidst the silence of repressed grief, there are also laughs, fun times and unforgettable kindnesses.
While initially confused with some of the abrupt shifts in timeline, the TIN MAN, my first Sarah Winman novel turned out to be one fine read!
Thank you Goodread's friend Karen. So glad I caught YOUR review or I would have missed this one.