Title: Before us demons fled...
Product review: This must be the definite work about the magic of childhood. Never have I read a book that captured childhood as I remember it (or as it should have been?) so well.A truly beautiful tale about childhood in a small town. As Vernon Thaxter says in the book: "And maybe there wasn't a real plot to it... but the book was about *life*... [it] was sweet and deep and left you wishing for more." This is a good description of Boy's Life.It captured me on the first page, with this little poem about "checking coke bottle bottoms, to see how far was far", and then again in the prologue, when he talks about how we all get the magic educated right out of our souls when we grow up. From there on, it never let me up for air until I was finished. As in Vernon Thaxter's book, the murder story seemed kind of pasted on, to give the book a plot, when in fact it felt more like a stroll through the memories of our own childhoods.
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