The story is told with charm and will grab you as soon as you read the first “Weems Weekly”. What made the book impressive for me was the fact that it made me realize how time goes by and that all stories and situations go from happening to memory to non existing when the people who lived it die. Seeing a character at the age of 57, telling a story about his childhood to his grandchild, that you as reader read just 50 pages back, is very confronting about how time doesn’t stand still and about the fact that nothing stays the same forever. A painful, but happy realization at the same time. And that is the ambivalent feeling I’m having about the book: I’m glad I read it and still want more, but I’m also glad I’m finished, because my life will also never be the same again and I have to get used to that feeling for a while.