How come I never read this before?! John Irving is absolutely brilliant. The book was depressing and hopeful, amusing and disastrous. It starts out with Jenny Fields, a nurse who intentionally impregnates herself by raping a terminal patient. She names the boy Garp, and Jenny raises him on her own.
As Garp grows up, he encounters death and sexuality and everything that all adolescents suffer through, except his life is full of drama and insanity and chaos. I swear, there was not a moment where I felt like “Yawn, I could see that coming.” I definitely enjoyed reading it and was genuinely surprised and anxious as the events unfolded. Wonderfully written.