1982 by Jian Ghomeshi


So I finally finished Jian Ghomeshi’s book.  My signed copy laid on my bookshelf for awhile half read.  I guess I wasn’t ready to relive my youth.  My friend D and I traveled to Halifax when he was on his book tour and was charmed by his presence.  So I finished it last night and I liked it.  It was a fun book to read especially if you grew up in the 80’s.  I had forgotten a lot about what it meant to grow up without the technology we have now and how far we have come.  I won’t say progressed because that is a matter if opinion.  It was nice to be reminded of the insecurities of youth and how universal it really is.  The feeling of being different is shared by so many people and this book reminded me how hard it is to overcome but also how self-affirming it is when you survive.