Book Review Living Under a “Rock”: “The Red House”
Emotions, Emotions, Emotions…. Living Under a Rock is a Memoir of the Author Shannon Hannan’s childhood that took place in “The Red House”. Shannon was able to keep my engaged in the book, at moments it felt like I was part of the childhood. The book left me in tears as I turned the pages and other times I wanted to throw the book out the window.
Mr Hannan takes a step most of us can NOT, he talks about the good, bad or horrible childhood memories. I was able to relate to parts of the book which i’m sure is why I was so emotional while reading the book. At one point I had to put the book down for a week but then I wanted to pick it back up to see what the boys where up to next. I’m very close to my siblings as well and we also were very mischievous at times.
This book is overall a fantastic read, the boys turned into men and have been able to look back on the alcoholism and the life lessons they learned. Shannon waste no time grabbing your attention with the Biography of “The Red House”. After reading Living Under a Rock, I put the book down wanting and needing more. Purchase on Amazon.com
Shannon’s writing style pulls you in to the story and makes you feel as if you are in the moment with the characters. He accomplishes this by losing himself in to what he is writing and using his experiences with the same feelings, sights, sounds and smells that the characters are going through.
Shannon is located in the Seattle, Washington area with his wife and three daughters. He has lived in the Pacific Northwest most of his life, enjoys the outdoors and the many activities that the Pacific Northwest has to offer, such as time to bask in the beauty of the landscape and write his stories. His writing style pulls you in to the story and makes you feel as if you are in the moment with the characters. He accomplishes this by losing himself in to what he is writing and using his experiences with the same feelings, sights, sounds and smells that the characters are going through.
Author Webpage: http://www.lurbooks.com
Turning onto the gravel driveway, excitement wells up inside of me as I prepare to see my mom and two younger brothers, Tracy and Jason, whom I haven’t seen in almost three months, and to be a family again after two years living with my father and older brother, Dana, since the divorce. But my father will not be staying with us in the “Red House” now that mom is remarried to her husband, Rocky. Just thinking of his name, “Rocky,” makes me nervous and causes a shiver to travel down my spine. He is a large, powerful man with little patience for the weak and even less tolerance for those who don’t respect him … I climb out of the car with the “Red House” directly in front me, and the bark of the largest dog I have ever seen ringing in my left ear; the two-hundred-pound-Saint Bernard yanking on the chain attached to the collar around his neck, trying to break free to greet me with his large white fangs. The front door of the “Red House” is wide open, but completely void of any light, not even the bright rays of the sun are able to penetrate the darkness. Little did I know the evil hiding and waiting for me in the shadows on the other side of that door.