I didn't finish this book yet, but I'm reading The Lucky Kind. The story is told in first person bya really perverted Jewish boy that gets drunk on weekends and smokes cigarettes on roofs. The horrible part is that he's only a teen. But it seems that all the time, he is lucky. He got away with smoking and drinking, when his parents knew. They seemed upset for like two seconds in the book, it suddenly turned into another topic.
But he finds out that he isn't the only one into dirt. His father was too, like about thirty years ago. He finds out that he is his mother's first-bron, but not his father's. His father had another son who's 29. He now starts to rethink all he thought about father, because his father is hiding things from him.
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