Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe

This book is set in El Paso, texas in 1987, the main characters are two fifteen year old boys, Aristotle and Dante, its a coming of age story, a story about secrets within families, a story of friendship and of love, but also a story of two boys each coming to terms with their sexuality in their own ways.

Aristotle is an angry loner, with a brother in prison and a father who is very distant, whilst Dante is a happy teenager who loves drawing and reading and is very close to his patents.
The boys meet at the swimming pool when Dante offers to teach Aristotle how to swim, from there a beautiful, awkward, and sometimes painful to read relationship develops.

The book is written very simplistically (I felt) and is often very dialogue heavy, but its warm, touching and as I mentioned often painful and sad.

The end of the book held no great surprise for me but I was rooting for the ending that I got anyway.

Over the course of the story the boys turn from boys to men and I felt that was reflected so well in the naration – the story is told by Aristotle.

I enjoyed this book so much, my only criticism would be with the way that both sets of parents in the book were so absolutely unquestionably accepting of their sons sexuality. Perhaps it would have been good explore what might have happened if one set of parents hadn’t been so immediately accepting .
As this was my only real gripe about the book I give it 4 out of 5 on the Planet T great book scale πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

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