Aloha! Time to appropriate paradise, go where the haoles become kamaaina, and join the great ohana.
Hawaii calls to me.
That’s right. I don’t know if you’ll understand, but whenever I fly home, I know when the plane enters Honolulu’s air space because a tingling sensation starts right in the back of my head. It’s like that tingling sensation I told you about when I touch trees to get my power. I place my hand on a tree, and I can feel the energy run up my arm. I don’t know why. I guess it’s because I’m from Hawaii, and we’re more in tune with nature than haoles. That’s someone not from Hawaii, usually white, no offense. I’m kamaaina, which means “local”- Oh, here comes Wendy; she’s so pretty! I need to help her. She has talent, but without proper training, her pool playing will never get better. Good thing I’m captain of this team because everyone will get my sixty years of billiards experience.
Uncle tells us his thoughts and actions entirely from his own POV, and it is a compelling story that will be on your mind long after you finish the book.
Eightball is the best piece of writing by this author I have read so far. The single-character dialogue is both novel and fascinating.
I recently read this author’s other book, Memories of Emily, and I am amazed by his range of style.
It is a compelling story that will be on your mind long after you finish the book.
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