Book Review: Black Crow White Lie by Candi Sary - Page 2

And now that their spirits are reunited, she tells Carson, he is once again destined to be the great healer of this generation. But for the time being, the only healing he does is to cure his mothers hangovers. When he puts his hand near her head he can feel the tiny stars emanate from his hands and they heel her in a way that he doesn’t fully understand. He doesn’t remember the first time he used the stars, but as his mother tells him, he just knew he had them in him.

Carson was ten when his mother first told him the above story, and though he sometimes wishes that he and his mother had a more conventional life, it is easier for him to accept and appreciate his life the way it is knowing the stories and knowing his destiny is to be a great healer, someone super special. In almost all other ways, Carson is just a normal boy. He’s skinny and a bit nerdy and takes a lot of bullying for this fact, along with his secondhand clothes, his not having a father, the stories he relates about his life, told to him by his mother.

He’s also got anger problems. When frustrated, he often breaks things and strikes out violently, but he figures this must be the downside to his healing gift. He makes do with the flamboyant and funky people of Hollywood in place of a family. One of his favorite haunts is The House Of Freaks, a tattoo shop run by a scary-cool guy named Faris with a bald, but tattooed head – in fact every inch of Faris except his face is covered in tattoos. Faris listens with a practiced ear to Carson’s stories about his life, his mother, and even his growing crush on Rose Lewis – the bitchiest girl in fourth grade. Faris becomes a father figure to Carson, giving quiet advice and guiding him through Hollywood life. His other best friend is Casper, a tall, lanky albino who runs a head shop.

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I was born in Pomona, California at a very young age. I had a pretty normal childhood…or I was a pretty normal child hood if mom is telling the story. I was a paperboy and washed cars, I bussed tables, I was a soda fountain jock jerk and a manic …

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