When I was still a boy wrapped in a mansized body I had an opportunity to spend the best part of a summer in Prague. Having grown up on the US/Mexico border, and then gone to school in Tucson, this was my first stay of length in a city of girth, and depth. Not to disparage the Old Pueblo, but Tucson is very much a town that just kept swelling without growing. Prague, well, Prague is something else.
What can I say about my summer in Prague? Too much, and not enough. I fell in love with architecture and food. I got introduced to cheap coffee and cheaper beer. I spent a morning at the Cathedral of Life marveling at the soaring arches and meticulous glass, and then spent the afternoon watching tourists take selfies laying on the blood stained blocks where the executions were held at Terezin.
The man I am today was born there on the side of the Charles River, beneath a twilight that stretched until midnight, as I asked someone I respected what ten books he would choose if stranded in isolation for eternity.
So this was my first shot at a critical review for the soon-to-be-defunct Authonomy community. Having read the author's manifesto, I have to say that I like the cut of his jib. I chose Step Up because the author is commited to improving his work. That being said, I also enjoyed the read, so the critique that follows the Read More jump should be very much taken as suggestions on how to strengthen what is already an impressive novel.
Step Up is a young adult fiction with easy crossover appeal for adults. As an action-oriented urban crime thriller, Step Up not only delivers an engaging reading experience, but establishes a great foundation for future stories.
I hate meeting new people. The very idea of it shrivels the vibrance hiding inside me, waiting to feel welcome, waiting to feel appropriate. I have heard someone describe Aspergers as constantly wondering if you are doing life right, and that never seems more apt than when I am put into a situation with people I don't know. Going back to school was both a blessing and a curse, in that regard.
It was a blessing in that my studies of psychology and developmental systems helped me understand the processes that were dominating my neurochemistry. The curse, of course, was that these inquiries happened in the presence of other people, new people, on high rotation with the shorter (reasonable) quarter system, which was kind of like studying the physics and chemistry of combustion from within a boiling furnace.