One of my favorite gifts this holiday season has been a self-published book produced by my children, featuring story-sketches and images of my children. They gave a copy to both Marci and me on Santa Lucia Day (December 13th), and I think it just might be my “book of the year.”
As the title suggests, the book is based on the adventures and misadventures of a teenage driver and his adolescent passengers.
Elliot is a good driver. He passed the driver’s test on his first attempt, and there he’s gained freedom through automotive autonomy. Still, he has not been a highly-enthusiastic driver, as you might be able to gather from the samples I’ve chosen to include in this blog post. He tends to be cynical about driving, in general. Of course, cynicism also tends to have greater comedic value than fanaticism.
Suffice to say: the book has a cynical tone. To an outsider it might seem that The ABC’s of Elliot’s Driving is nothing more than a collection of complaint.
But those of us who know Elliot and have traveled in a car with Elliot know that this book is an expression of love and joy.
I expect that I will cherish it for many years to come. Adolescent angst is especially enjoyable in the past tense.