I feel like I can’t stay in Edinburgh for more than two days without getting twitchy, and I’m not sure what’s up with that. Sometimes she invents games to play to keep herself occupied, like: today I’m going to say goodbye to everyone I see, and pretend I’m leaving town.Īt the moment I am really relating to all her restlessness.

It was really tough to get your head around, that people you loved would go to hell, no matter how nice they were, if they didn’t accept Jesus as their personal saviour.Īnd I love all the bits where Nomi is just wandering aimlessly and examining the thoughts in her own head.

I remember that kind of worry from my own Christian indoctrination. When her sister left, Nomi was inconsolable, believing her sister would go to hell. It captures the despair and the frustration of not having any control, especially when you’re in a place where American tourists come to gawp at how quaint you all are. This book really kind of brings it home, because it’s not just ordinary teen angst, you know, my-life-is-so-hard-why-won’t-he-notice-me kind of teen angst. She has insomnia and frequently wanders the town at night and does unpredictable things. Nomi isn’t a believer any more and she drinks and takes drugs and hangs out with her boyfriend and gets into trouble at school. Nomi and her father are both kind of struggling along and both doing kind of weird things, which seems like a reasonable reaction to a fucked up situation in a place where God is more important than family. Her mother and sister left three years ago and haven’t been heard from since. She lives with her father, who’s one of the nicest fictional fathers I’ve ever encountered. It’s about Nomi, a sixteen-year-old in a Mennonite community in rural Canada.

It turned out that it was nothing like whatever I assumed from the title or the cover. I’d never really bothered to read any blurb about the book because I knew John K Samson liked it and that was enough for me. I started reading Miriam Toews’ A Complicated Kindness on my last day in Barcelona. I figured I could fritter my money away while moping in Edinburgh, or I could fritter it away travelling. I ran away to Barcelona because of a girl.Īlso I’d been grumpy and mopey for the previous month or so, due to the whole uncertain future thing, so really the thing with the girl just kind of tipped me over the edge.

A complicated kindness book review