I read Push a loooonggg time ago while I was in college. I liked the writing and the story in spite of the subject, but Push broke my heart; there's just no other way to describe it. I actually wondered if my best friend (a fellow bibliophile who recommended the book) liked me, a girl who prefers happily ever afters, at all to recommend that I read such a heart-wrenching book with such dark subject matter.
We are still friends and during a chat last week she was shocked that I had not yet read The Kid. I didn't even know this book existed to be honest. I didn't aim to know that this book existed.
Alas, here I find myself borrowing this book from NYPL.org on this beautiful Saturday afternoon. I already know it's not going to be a happy go-lucky read, so if you don't hear from me in a few days, send a search party to scrape my body up from out of the abyss.