The book Gravestone, written by Travis Thrasher is a mystery book all in itself. Thrasher never seams to disappoint with his novels. Once again a teen named Chris Buckley, is taken through a mysterious chapter in his life. He's will always remember his old girlfriend no matter what he does or where he goes. But Thrasher always knows how to grab his readers and drag them along with Chris as he goes throughout another mystery. No matter how dark it is, it always gets darker. The universal truth is, that one can ever run from something that's in the dark. Since, Chris always seams to be going toward the darkness and not away. That's what makes him different from any other high schooler in the book. "I open my eyes to familiar darkness, to …show more content…
Rather it be the scariest road in solitary or the happiest, he always takes the scariest road no matter the circumstances. "There's nothing but dirt there, and that laughter is all in your mind"(Thrasher 230). Chris has finally come to his senses about solitary, and he's just now realizing that solitary is nothing more than dirt. The thing about Chris is he's always thinking about the bad outcome and never the good, which in solitary is a good thing. Travis Thrasher really makes one think that solitary is good for a second, and then takes the reader right back in Chris's shoes where everything is aways going wrong. "I've let someone else I care for get taken"(Thrasher 302). Just like Jocelyn he's loses another great friend but this time it's basically like war in Chris's mind. He's done with all the baloney that's has taken over his life and finally tells his mom about every little detail that's happened. One would think too wait and see what his mom had to say before hand about where he's been off too, and what's happened in his life. Of course the readers thinking what a terrible mom she's been, but she's really been amazing mom because she known what he's been up to the entire time. Therefore Chris should have just communicated to his mom in the first place about every little