After the Death of the Ice Cream Man

Simply put, I loved it. It sounds conflicting to say, but there is a simple complexity about it that that I enjoyed; almost how life seems so simple when you look at the parts, but is chaotic when you look at it as a whole. It is a story of things lost and things found. It is a story of how the utterly mundane in life can be poetic and interwoven; I for one will never look at a streetlight again without wondering about its ripple affects. While I had more than a few awkward “crying in public” moments with the book–maybe put a warning label on the next printing–I also found myself chuckling at the absurdity that is life as portrayed by the author. Thanks for writing it.