Run For The Hills by Kevin Wilson

I have only read one other book by this author but it shared characteristics with this one, making me think that it might be how this author rolls. It’s wacky and full of heart, but in between each laugh I felt the very sad back beat of who is family and why do they so often fail their children in the most basic of ways. It is also a story of family and the many shapes it can take, but it is also much more, asking why the ones who leave and the ones who lie are always the epicenter, always the focal point. The book opens with Mad, an organic farmer in her thirties, is resigned to her solitary lifestyle on her farm that her father left behind. One day her quiet and predictable life is interrupted by her newly discovered half brother, Rube, showing up at her farm. Rube is at once soft and jagged, desperate and pleading, reaching out a hand for Mad to reluctantly take. He shows up with stories of his father, same name as Mad’s dad but an entirely different man—a writer from Boston, whereas the only father Mad ever knew was a farmer in Tennessee. He convinces her to go on a road trip to find their other half siblings and their disappearing father, and what they learn along the way is a lesson for all of us. Really enjoyable and not nearly as light and fluffy as it appears.