Summary of Chris Rush's The Light Years

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#1 I was 11 in 1967, and I was playing the game with my brothers. We all started to feel strange, and my mother pulled me aside to talk. She understood the nature of drama.

#2 I had been teaching myself how to faint, and I wanted to show my mother. She was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, when I asked if she wanted to see me faint. She said no, and explained that fainting is not a joke.

#3 I was the middle child, and I grew up in the sixties. My two oldest siblings were already married with kids by 1967, and the next person in line was my sister Donna, who was sixteen years old and ready to move on. I adored her Vidal Sassoon blunt cut and artful mascara.

#4 I had made thirty-five dollars selling flowers to every person who walked in our door. My mother bought all of my flowers, and I went outside to get some air.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: Jul 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9798822547971

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Insights on Chris Rush's The Light Years

Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 4

Insights from Chapter 5

Insights from Chapter 6

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I was 11 in 1967, and I was playing the game with my brothers. We all started to feel strange, and my mother pulled me aside to talk. She understood the nature of drama.

#2

I had been teaching myself how to faint, and I wanted to show my mother. She was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, when I asked if she wanted to see me faint. She said no, and explained that fainting is not a joke.

#3

I was the middle child, and I grew up in the sixties. My two oldest siblings were already married with kids by 1967, and the next person in line was my sister Donna, who was sixteen years old and ready to move on. I adored her Vidal Sassoon blunt cut and artful mascara.

#4

I had made thirty-five dollars selling flowers to every person who walked in our door. My mother bought all of my flowers, and I went outside to get some air.

#5

My mother was very demanding when it came to other people, and especially hard on the help. She regarded her children as her audience, and once they’d applauded, they could do as they wished.

#6

I was a Catholic boy in a plaid uniform during the day, but a weirdo in a fuzzy vest at night. I had developed an unwholesome desire for all things vine-choked and Victorian.

#7

I was Pope John XXIII. I walked around with a pink satin cape that I’d found in an old leather trunk. I asked people if they liked my cape, and when they didn’t answer, I assumed they didn’t like me.

#8

My father, a priest, built churches and schools for the Diocese of Trenton. I loved going to church, which was where I felt safest. But my mother, a convert to Catholicism, was descended from Connecticut Puritans, who were not inclined to give things away.

#9

I was sent to a Catholic boarding school, St. John’s, in September. I was miserable. I didn’t want to