Rating: 5 out of 5

I finished this story when I should have been sleeping. But I couldn’t stop so close to the end, while wishing the end wasn’t so close. I enjoyed Frank’s talent immensely, and wondered what music he’d find for me - it seems like a great way to find new things to listen to. This also fits in well with the Brené Brown works I’ve been reading about vulnerability, belonging and courage.

Highlighted passages:

if you treated him like a young terrier, sending him out for regular walks and occupying him with easy tasks, he was less liable to cause serious damage.

Silence was where the magic happened.

We are human beings. We need lovely things we can see and hold. Yes, vinyl can be a pain. It’s not convenient. It gets scratched. But that’s the point. We are acknowledging the importance of music and beauty in our lives. You don’t get that if you’re not prepared to make AN EFFORT.’

Jazz was about the spaces between notes. It was about what happened when you listened to the thing inside you. The gaps and the cracks. Because that was where life really happened; when you were brave enough to free-fall.

I think that loving another person and being kind is about the best thing you can do.

Originally posted to my Goodreads account