Kissing the Rain is written in a both simplistic and complicated format, words repeated and words mispelled and questions ending every sentence. A sort of 'it happens' narrative that protrays more emotion then any adjectives could describe. He tells this as fact, not exactly indifferent, but not like he's whining, either. Parents who's idea of affection is food-lots and lots of food-and an education that is less about learning and more about making it through the day without too many bruises. At times refreshing, at others just plain sad as he invites the reader into the small, lonely world he lives in. Kissing the Rain is a complete stream of conciousness Moo, it seems, is talking straight at you, telling these events as he remembers them, in complete honesty, something he rarely gets to do throughout the ordeal. And he watches as that man is shoved off the road, into the oncoming traffic.Īnd this, as he says, is the beginning of The Truth. Until, one day, while hanging over the railings, he observes with brutal clarity as one car crashes into another, as one man is pitt against four, and that man falls to the floor in agony.

Everyday, almost religiously, Moo pedals his bike up towards the interstate and watch the cars pass ('the river' as he calls it), momentarily forgetting his troubles and losing himself in the traffic. With no one but his only friend, Brady, to help him through a school where nearly everyone is out to get him, his only solace in life is the bridge. Henry 'Moo' Nelson is, self-admittedly, a loser. He must decide between fact and fiction, loyalty and lonliness, justice and retribution. Suddenly everyone-gangsters and police officers, friends and foes-want the truth from Moo. High above the traffic, Moo can watch the world go by and not worry about anything else. There's only one place where he can escape: the bridge.

The TRUTH? I'll tell you about the truth.Įveryone thinks of Moo Nelson as a nobody.

Kissing the rain by kevin brooks