Literally the last monologue is what makes this book worth it, but before that it just felt exist and weird. At the end all was well but it's hard to get past the 150 pages of meh. I am happy though that this book was so short because it really did serve to push all of the meaning and impact to the very last page.
Cats in the cradle, brothers edition
I didn't expect this to cause so much reflection, but I felt myself thinking deeply throughout the book about my relationship with my own brother. It's so interesting that the same person who beats you, ridicules you, and confuses you with their life choices can also be the same person who you admire, love, respect, and at times, idolize.
I found myself hating Peter for a lot of the book and then slowly turning that into pity. I think as the youngest brother, I instinctively side with Ivan, but I think I (like Ivan) didn't realize that Peter, too, was grieving and going through something. I think I also disliked him because I see his dependence on an outward source of normalcy in myself, caring too much about how I'm perceived.
All in all, I found this book really reflective and endearing, I enjoyed the writing style and found it to draw me along pleasantly and be forgiving if I got sidetracked for a couple minutes.