It took me nearly a month to reach the middle of this nearly 600-page paperback — if for no other reason than I’ve just been cramped for time. But I sped through the second half of the book in a weekend, and my heart is full and sad and happy all at once.
Boyne’s story of Cyril Avery (though he’d be sure to tell you he’s not a real Avery), a gay man born in 1940s Ireland, spans nearly eight decades and takes our main character to Amsterdam, New York City and back home to Dublin, all this an effort to find a space and a family where he can be himself without fear of retribution.
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