My favorite way to describe 'Before the Ever After' is to call it a small, powerful punch of a story told through poetry that lands like someone tapping your ribs and asking you to breathe. I followed a young narrator whose world had been built around his father — a larger-than-life professional football star everyone in the neighborhood looked up to. The plot traces the slow, heartbreaking unraveling of that father's brilliance after repeated head trauma: memory slips, mood swings, confusion, and the way a family negotiates love for someone who keeps changing.
Scenes are intimate and raw — the kid watching his dad forget the names of old friends, missing games, and becoming someone different from the hero on TV. The community’s reaction, the financial strain, and the small, private moments (like a backyard conversation or a short, awkward hug) are what drive the story forward more than any big set-piece. The book doesn’t rely on tidy explanations; it invites you to feel alongside the narrator as he tries to hold on to the idea of his dad while learning how to grieve him even while he’s still alive.
What stuck with me was how the verse form amplifies emotion — short lines, staccato bursts, and a rhythm that mimics how grief and love can come in fits. It’s not only about loss; it’s about identity, community, and how a kid finds his own voice when the person he idolized starts to fade. I left it feeling tender and a little wrecked, in the best way.