After receiving an email a few weeks before classes saying that we had to read All Souls: a Family Story from Southie, my first thought was darn. I tried to find the least expensive books possible, so I had already bought a copy for $5 Amazon weeks before. The problem was that I had shipped everything to my uncle’s house in Mass. so I wasn’t able to get the book until about a week and a half ago. Then there was the flurry of running last minute errands in Mass. for supplies that I left at home because there was no room left in my suitcases. What I’m actually saying is that I didn’t crack open the book until last week, which was a struggle because of FYSOP. My second thought about the book was this is going to be long and arduous and horribly boring.
I was pleasantly surprised. Not only was the book captivating but it was raw and honest. Never did I learn about Southie in American history at school, and to learn more about the history of my new city from a personal story of one who grew up in the projects, where life was ravaged by crime, alcohol, and drugs, was jarring. At one point, I found myself willing for no one else to die, even though I could sense it in the pages.
Albeit heavy profanity, I highly recommend this book, with hopes that you find a new perspective on Boston and its history.