I wanted to give it a 5 star but really this one is a hard one to grade. There were things in it I simply loved, the grandmother, the notebook Oscar keeps, the story of the typewriter, all the Blacks coming together and taking Oscar under their wings.And then at times it made me feel callous and like I was being played. Just for a moment. I wondered how come the missing father was so much more present then the mother, why she was just such a minor part, where is her family, her story?
Oh how we are shaped by our missing fathers...
