"A wise person once told me: time stops for no man. No man, not even death himself." 

It is 1987 and Weston Mercer is indulging himself in sex, drugs, and music. He is worried about his rock star cousin, Prentice, who seems to be spiraling out of control. He must find a way to help him before it's too late. 

I won't lie. I was initially confused when I first started reading this because I couldn't tell reality from the drug induced hazes, but as I kept going, it all slowly fell in to place. The characters were well written and it was interesting to follow their self-destructive behaviours as it all felt real with raw emotions. 

I wasn't expecting the supernatural elements because well, I didn't know where the story was going 😅 But the writing was immersive and done well so I was captivated nonetheless. 

This was a bleak, yet beautiful coming of age story.