Bob Cook's latest novel portrays an introspective narrator who is hard
on himself, yet the perspective reader sees a man who is caring and
growing more than stumbling. His relationship with the forestry camp
boys stretches from the comical to the poignant, from the sad to the
triumphant. This two year slice of life reveals to the reader that
those errors in judgment are not so important in the grand scheme of
life; this man is successful despite his few flaws. And the boys,
well, they range from the pathetic to the clever, yet the narrators
inventive, often not-in-the-book methods of dealing with the boys show
a caring, self-searching individual. . .and the capers of the boys are
not to be forgotten--a thoughtful and entertaining read! - Margaret
Bob Cook has done it again. He drug me kicking and screaming down to
an unpleasant place I didn't really want to go. I have now seen more
about delinquent boys than I really wanted to except for when I was
nearly one myself. His amazing skill at putting you THERE is both
enlightening and annoying but I guess that is what writers do, elicit
emotion from their unsuspecting readers. Cook takes the reader to a
delinquent boy's camp. The same thing many kids my age were threatened
with as boisterous youngsters. Now I go willingly because you can't
help but think that he (both the character and the writer) find
something worthwhile in each rotten punk kid (my words not his) he
As with his other books, he does break the tension with some laughs
(if you call shooting your car funny) and what can only be described
as a beautiful love affair. Although my favorite Bob Cook character,
Eleanor, is missing, this is a great read. I hope he has another
forming in his fertile mind. - P.A. Tillery
There are many events in my life that left me wondering "was the
effort that I put into them in any way appreciated". As a physician,
the question was always present. Not that I sought praise, but did this or
that patient recognize the extra effort or time spent in trying to solve
their problem or bring them relief?
Every once in a while, the answer was clear and generous. THOSE were the
days, my friend.
I found, after a time, that praise was withheld (not overlooked), the
result of my visitor mistakenly believing that his or her stated
appreciation would not be of value to me.
It is refreshing to have you unflinchingly confess that you have shared
some of these same feelings.
The appreciation that I have for your artistry can not be overstated.
Reading a good book like yours is a little like enjoying a marvelous
painting. The arrangement of words, like the arrangement of color on a
canvas are a gift that can be so special as to allow the reader or gallery
visitor to feel privileged to be invited into the private and personal
world of the author/artist.
Kay has loaned me her copy of "Some Boys Never Become Men" and I
look forward to reading it.
Keep up your good work. You are bringing joy to more than you know.- Dave