Taking a break away from Batwing because honestly…I totally just remembered why I don’t do the superhero comic book thing, but that will be discussed later on!
I picked up The Parking Lot Attendant by Nafkote Tamirat from work on Thursday and started reading it on Saturday and finished it roughly 20minutes ago. I enjoyed the first chunk of it. I found it interesting, a tad bit creepy, and almost relatable.
The main character is a young Ethiopian girl who is the daughter of two immigrants who came to America to make better lives for themselves. Straight up, they are lowkey horrible parents. The father isn’t present for the first 6 years of the girl’s life and the mother disappears as soon as the father is semi-present. The girl remains nameless throughout the entire story, which I actually didn’t mind that much. She felt like the kind of character who would have rebelled against a name anyway and just changed it depending on who she thought she was; which I thought was super cool writing on Tamirat’s behalf.
The girl forms a close friendship/bond with a parking lot attendant named Ayale who’s the unspoken leader of the Ethiopian community in Boston. The relationship is…creepy, but almost understandable as the story unfolds.
However, I started losing interest in the story as it became more and more about the main character’s feelings toward Ayale. I’m always uncomfortable being in the mind of a teenage girl, especially when that teenage girl reminds me occasionally of teenage me. The desire to be loved, to be special, to be something more to someone who you know damn well is dangerous for some reason is something that hit a little bit too close to home for me.
I did finish it though. I stuck it out and when I got the end I was just confused. The whole story became so insanely confusing and slightly unrealistic and just…odd. This was one of those books where I loved the author’s writing, I loved the way how the characters unfolded, but I didn’t love the story because I felt like it just fell apart and was only being held together by words that fit perfectly with each other but didn’t actually mean anything.
If you’ve read this book before, let me know what you thought about it! And if you haven’t, have you ever read a book that finished simply on the strength of the writer’s way with words even though the story made absolutely no sense?
Hope you have a wonderful day & read a wonderful book!